Storyteller

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with her ink upon these pages
verses flow like whispers
carrying the scars that she hides
through her poetry
the world comes alive
every line a window into her soul
every letter a heartbeat
her story unfolds
not in the bounds of prose
but in the delicate dance
of meter and metaphor
painting emotions more vividly
than any narrative ever could
and in the end
the poem itself becomes the storyteller
a timeless echo of her life

12 thoughts on “Storyteller”

  2. Wow! I loved this!!! Especially, these lines:
    “painting emotions more vividly
    than any narrative ever could
    and in the end
    the poem itself becomes the storyteller
    a timeless echo of her life”.

    I love that the words in your poems do exactly what you wrote about
    them!!!
    Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!

    Chuck 😊😁💕🌹

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