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...
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