The Quill and Scroll
The bards met there on winter nights
to write about the sounds and sights,
of all the places they had been,
since they met last with all their friends.
Quills and ink wells,parchment too,
shared or squandered,
words come true,
thoughts and feelings
fill the air,
visions falling everywhere.
Scooping up bright inspirations,
from another's celebration,
of the wonders they have known,
and finding out,
you're not alone.
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