Sunday, 24 January 2016

Vol. 2. / 154.) In A Handful Of Leaves . . .




In a handful of leaves a hidden cache
The book which led the way was here
What could be dreamed of could hold
Full of life these impenetrable things
For joy of the sound of bells of silver

From out a chosen page a rend in time
That let the longing searcher through
Gave him entrance to a realm beyond
Delight for a new finding just for him
That which was impossible was true




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