To be written

Yellow, tattered, bound by leather

the empty pages still do entice.

 

A long adventure must have surely befallen

this new companion who has not a word spoken.

But now to the silent fossil I have taken

with pen and paper; a new story in it written.

 

A constant purpose, a prophesy fulfilled

a page now- not unspoken.

 

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