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Tales by Moonlight

Hmmm… Are they really told to pass time?

Stories that touch...

I sat by her feet,
my heart, ecstatic!
In the stillness of the heat
her tales working their magic.

She spoke of a far-away land
where the Tortoise was king
And of the proud village gal 
who wedded a handsome man turn monkey.

Shame, the price of pride.
Wisdom, the key to success.
To me, they were all but stories
told to pass the time.

Now I'm old,
the stories long cold.
My path be dark as night
but for the Tales by moonlight.

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A world changer who tells the stories that deserve to be told. Fiction may sometimes be real.

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