• stories and tales •
Spin your stories, tell your tales,
of ageless growth and warm anew,
a weave of dreams to boundless horizon,
to explore the atomosphere and compose
a hundred songs of (non) fiction jocund.
In the mighty fabric of tellurian wonder,
skip some void and crevices to leap miles
of alluring landscapes. Consume some
luminiscence from the planktons , touching
the shore. The cerulean gravitates and
refreshes of glazed dandelions soaring
high. Embark the embers from the wildfires
and swallow the yellow light with an
ecstatic posture. Carve the primeval soil
that would mould the chromosome,
for a self memoir. Weave the clove and tuck
the mist to sky your hair. While tracing
marvel, sink in pleasing emotions of bliss.
Spin your stories, tell your tales,
of unfathomable scales and frames
a testament for decades.
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