To this realm of light we are born
mortal spark.
Handed down to us, an open book
on a penned cusp as our story begins.
Words flow through spirals
of starlite, in and out of
chapters of time , formed
from imagination, desires
and hopes;
written from root to seed
Oft time imagination runs
dry as we muse
and speculate a story ended and society
or fate are always willing to write
a page or two;
casting you heroine
in their parched pages
to pursue.
But, the key of a memorable manuscript
is maintaining the copyright and scheme
and realizing the material we have gathered,
while writing this epic journal of a life
tis, but a comic routine in the afterlife.
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