Thursday Poetry: The Storyteller

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 The Storyteller

In this most hallowed of rooms

I have powers far beyond those

Of mortal men.

My words crash against

The boulders of life,

Smoothing hard edges

With laughter,

Sparking moments for local dragons to cross streets,

To breathe fire on the frozen pond,

And release the butterflies

So my listeners will forget where they are

Before they sleep.

The storyteller saves the day

For us all.

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