Colors bend, weave, and then fold…
Ideas lift, sift, and then turn all gold!
Meaning imbedded by truth so bold!
A story is born, then grows to unfold…
From the mind’s misty shadows told.
Written down in a fashion to be sold,
Print on young heart new mind mold.
Dreams, legends, all tales long retold,
Myths to pass down on a night so cold,
Warm fires of culture to give and hold.
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Well expressed my friend.
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Thank you. Late-night ruminations.:0)
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I love the idea of passing culture down over the ages around the warm fire.
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It’s what we do every day in the words we speak and write. Welcome and warm yourself by my fire.:0)
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🙂
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Beautiful and love the picture.. Draws yoù closer to the words.
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I love it when I find just the right one.:0)
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Brilliant
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