Far in past now
Real
Upstairs
Up the carpeted staircase
The glass
With bubbles
An oyster
Protecting a pearl
Long fingered wisdom
Minds floating free
Stories from under the sea
Quietly whispered
In my toweling Dress
I become the Storyteller
Gateway to the magic
And dreaming
Grey, my pearl in glass
A shadow
The deep secrets
of my small, trapped piece of the sea.
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