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Nov 2013
The telling of tales
some as big as a large blue whale
but what is and what will be called
a somewhat kind of art
like cooking for the first time
just for the one you love

My dreams are so vivid
yet I am never freaked
for my mind is made from stars
and I still drift from above
I love telling tales
for I am a tell tale mother

I drift in the rifts of time
as words fall out of me
and I love to play
play in waters deep
I still have my tail
for telling tales

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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