Long-Forgotten Stories

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Everything you know

Is a story

Chased down winding halls

The pitter-pattering

Of your feet

Pounding out the racing beat

To lines of songs

That spell your heart

Who you are

And why

You run

So fast

Chasing a sound

Slipping

Further

Down

Away until

Only the faintest melody

Remains

A tinkling, tiny bell

Ringing and

Ringing again

In so, so sweet a song

As the whispers of the words

Float too high and soft to reach

To even brush

With a finger’s edge

Of a grasping hand

Songs are worth the world

Stories are, as well

But where does the emotion well

In a long-forgotten piece

Whistled on the wind

Where does the memory hold

If not in songs

If not in stories

But in a half-sung tune

In words that carry

A haunting tongue

You could never know