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The Art of Storytelling

It brought such memories, memories when I was a kid It reminded me of all the things that I did Storytelling, it's such an ancient art on channelizing events in which our family gives voice, sounds of laughter, sometimes by embellishment It exists in such class, beauty, and astonishment It's so legendary, so antiquated, existing as long as humankind has had a nomenclature It can be of a mental imagery... It tells us life as it took place! Every single family has its legends, and a storyteller of that It has the magic of the soul, which flows through the mind It goes way way back 10 times a dime beyond time Although that story may not be happening at that point in time, just visualize, rewind time back to the mind's eye Vindicate what remakes today as yesterday before tomorrow of the next day...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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