Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Tail of Ink Riddle

Spun through leaves this tail of ink
Adventure, wonder, mystery, woe
Horror, love, figments that think
Past, future, and present know
Traveling without leaving one's chair
No limits to where one might go
As long as one's here, one may go there
And one may let my magic grow
What am I?





God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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