A Story Can Be Told
Stories Never Grow Old
There is magic in our minds,
In spaces, places, faraway forests, villages, valleys, and streams;
There is magic in a field, where the sweet grass grows, animals feed, and where the sun beams down its glorious rays.
There is magic when we sleep at night; in planets and stars that don't fade
'till the morning light.
There is magic in our dreams of fairies, goblins, and mighty beasts.
Magic is everywhere we look, our minds are like open books; words on a page waiting to be written
And where there is magic, a story can be told;
Because stories live forever, and they never grow old.
About the Creator
Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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