Is she that worth a storyteller?
All the Norths and Souths, and Easts and Wests,
Would she be gathering all those together?
And those scattered meanings that they possessed?
Sometimes high and sometimes low,
Would she cast a spell upon her listeners?
With the magic of her voice,
Would she be showing them dark at day,
And light at night?
Would she reach the core of their hearts?
And resonate it like strings of a guitar?
Would she see their tears of pain,
Their desperation of agony, their praises,
Would they be left all in vain?
Would she sing a lullaby to them?
Lullaby leading to their hidden chronicles?
Would she unfold the pages of their books?
And would they be left bruised at her sharp looks?
And would they sing the song with her?
Breathless and soulful, would they scream?
And would they bow before her?
Or maybe worship her?
Is it just the cause of mere storytelling?
Or is she that worth a storyteller?
07-04-13
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