fable
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The Journey Back
is an interesting one
miles of walking on
tired, callused, bloodied feet.
treading back over
that eroded ground.
At the dawn of creation, as the gods formed a hundred million galaxies, there also formed with them our blazing and bold sun.
This newly formed orb began to rise from the horizon line of our Earth,
If I had a rose for every woman I loved, I would have a bushel or two.
Fill the petals in a basket, making sure there's enough,
Before I cover the ground with a few.
With each steady pace, a rose petal is placed.
"Five dollars," said the Wolf to the Boy.
"Five dollars," agreed the Boy.
The Boy went out like usual, for he was a shepherd boy.
He glanced around, at his sheep-
then back at the Wolf.
There once was a donkey
Who would not stop working
He was a loner unlike Porky
The one pig who loved shirking
The trance gesture to the forestI only look into my night sky mirror.
Once had you mystified in the white snow.And there's no more than a witchwho envies people for their love.
A beautiful life,
tempered with strife.
Composition of love,
a story untold of.
Who knew a fable
Is a reality with a label.
Twin flames who found
each other abound
The Subconscious possesses my fragile fingers, tracing the rusted doorknob.
My errant body ambles off, leaving the scent of presence behind.
The inviting entrance embraces my hand delicately.
Luring me into a House where
