The exquisite tales spun
come to a close once again.
Leaving adventure behind
and me, in agony.
A pause in the decadence,
excitement and joy.
Left hanging in the abyss
after the final scene.
Oh, but the good stories
last forever though,
revived again and again.
These treasures never die.
May the next threshold
open up a tasteful selection
to fill my needs and desires.
I’m looking for a classic.
I Write Her 
love your ending Susi – a classic yes indeed! I will be out looking with encouragement now!
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Thanks, Gina! 🙂 I do hope you find one!
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This is a fantastic poem with a great rhythm to it. I felt that I raced when you raced and paused when you paused.
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Thank you so much, Kayla! I appreciate that. I’m glad you could feel the movement in this piece. 🙂
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Once a story ends, we search frantically for the next one, like an addict looks for the next hit!
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Thankfully, I always have a stockpile! 😉
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Me too.
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🙂
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👍
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