Story Time
I never tire of the tales
Release gradually comforts me
Everything fades away
All around me ogres sing
Dreams and dragons circle left
Perfectly tame and sensible.
Organized into a secret union.
Escape from the real world
My perfect afternoon.
Sanity a silent observer.
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2011
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