False-Speaker says his lies,
long and slow and pretty.
Tale-Teller sieves them out,
epic, grand or petty.
Yarn-Spinner sees their tail,
grabs it with his finger.
Dream-Weaver weaves them then,
stories that will linger.
Weaves a cloth of lies and dreams,
Weaves a web of stories,
Weaves a weave that has no seams,
Weaves a net of glories.
Casts it then upon your mind,
Subtle, fine and clever:
Beauty that you couldn't find,
Should you search forever.
1 kommentar:
Vackert, men ändå lite känslolöst. Som om du leker med orden utan att mena något med det.
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