Secret stories,
Dreams of glories.
An inkling of an idea.
Decide to write
To find the light
And create a utopia.
A hidden world
Inside me swirled
With clouds and stars and things.
Some pirates there,
A dragon's lair,
A unicorn with wings.
A hero emerges.
Pages it searches
For adventures they find worth taking.
My characters decide,
To which I replied,
The story's yours for the making.
Follow where they lead.
It starts as a small seed.
The idea seems to grow into a book.
From peasant boy to king,
Each has a sing to sing.
You can hear it if you only look.
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