The Story That Unfolds
By sidewinder
A touch in one's soul, Treasured by some, Forgotten by others, Held in a promise of a forgotten future, Reached by those who matter, Claimed by those who dream, Rejected by those who live in reality, Honored by those who keep a fantasy alive in their hearts, Felt by the universal need of a tale that needed to be told, Such is reason I hold, For I am the bard that is never forgotten, Listen and pass on the story that unfolds, Precious to those who care, A taste rich and alive for those with an imagination, Forever hold it in your mind. June 19, 1996 Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 04:25 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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