Wed, 10/07/2015 - 23:09 -- ss14959

World of wonder reveals itself,

Reasoning takes a step back.

I reach for words, and set them down.

To rest on a page of my own works.

Instantly the wonders that cloud my head

Near me like a storm creeping up on the sun.

“Go tell your story,” they whisper to me.

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