Reading
Words fly and legends die,
Story after story soars into my mind
But I stop.
In the stillness remaining
My heart restless looks
For deeper meaning.
Stories that filled my pleasure
Now have little measure,
As I turn to deeper reading
Great works leading
Me to ponder.
So my thoughts wander
But one pierces through;
I have matured.
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