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The Storyteller’s Tale

Okay all my beautiful butterflies, off to dance with the dream wizards. Their constant yammering drives me crazy. It’s a lot like my muse who grasps my hand then lets go leading me on a merry chase across the land of imagination:


These sentences inspired a poem.


There once was a tale that a traveler spoke
Of a land where the dream wizards float
in a castle way up high
Where only butterflies know how to fly
Their constant yammering drove some folk
To grasp and pen and write
The muse leads them on a merry chase
across the land of imagination.
What one finds is never known but the
latest one spoke of two princesses who
wandered by a meadow of butterflies
They giggled with delight as they
soared in flight
Dancing in the moonlight.
This tale is very well known
to storytellers every night.


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About Heather Powers

Extraordinary girl in an ordinary world. I'm a mom, part-time poet/writer, and earth goddess-protector of the furries and like.

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