In the fertile earth of the page
I sow words – "trees," "adamant," and seeds more common
And from these beginnings
Sentences grow
Their vines intertwine
And they wind
Knitting together a fabulous net
Weaving the cloth of Story.
I sow words – "trees," "adamant," and seeds more common
And from these beginnings
Sentences grow
Their vines intertwine
And they wind
Knitting together a fabulous net
Weaving the cloth of Story.
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