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~…Our Book Shop…~

Earlier today I was talking with A…. and was trying and failing(so I was thinking), at explaining something below is a little of what I wrote…

“…The only way I can describe it is… imagine a dusty book shop. Most would walk past and go to the new modern one. Some would go in and have a little look coughing and complaining of the musty smells and how old it is. But us? We’d be sat on the floor of one of the aisles lost in the wondrous depths of some well worn musty book thats seen better days and yet to us its a dreamscape to a wonderland telling fantastical tales and painting landscapes, sights and smells beyond our fantasies and depicting smells and sounds that linger with every word, every page…”

A…. is amazing and understood. I got thinking about it and thought I’d give it a try at writing our bookshop.
So A…. I hope you like our bookshop…



          

                   ~…Storytellers Travels…~

Old store
on a busy street,
So many pass by
talk with people they meet,
Windows covered
in a slight layer of dust,
Looks kinda foreboding
not a building to trust,
Old golden lettering
faded by years,
Storytellers Travels
surrounded by gears,
While most pass by not noticing
some they stop and stare,
How come this dirty shop’s
still firmly trading there,
Few enter feeling brave
might find a treasure for me,
Musty smells and coughing dust
get me out in the fresh air free,
This shop is an enigma
a place untouch by age,
An ageless mystification
forgotten by modern rage,
A hulking great monstrosity
two stories looking down,
To eat up passers-by
or spew words and make them drown,
Enticed by pull of stories
she stepped inside the beast,
On sirens song she walked
eyes alighting on such a feast,
Down dusty aisles her fingers skim
books calling her one by one,
Following the call the loudest
her fingers come undone,
Four aisles over the book it sighs 
she’s found the one to read,
Lean against the shelf
anticipation and such need,
Feet slide down book opens
look up and meet a gaze,
Another lost soul just like her
under a stories spellbinding daze,
Two heads bent seeing wondrous
tales,
Fantastical landscapes
mythical ship sails,
Dreamscapes and fables
weaving incandescent threads,
Spiritually entrancing animals
walk in celestial flowerbeds,
Ethereal woods with
wise elder trees,
Admonish and berate
naughty pixies on their knees,
Birds of enchanting colours
fly through kaleidoscopic skies,
Scents of heavenly fragrance
enhance star spangled eyes,
Grandfather time chimes
in the dusty old book shop,
He moans its time for bed
but the Story weaver tells him stop,
He points at the story travellers
in aisle number four,
Side by side they sit
enraptured by the book upon the floor…x.

I hope everyone gets lost in a book every now and again. Happy hugs to everyone at the end of the wire.x.

Monday….

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Couldn’t sleep so I wrote a friend a good morning on Whatsapp….
Hope you all have an amazingly awesome Monday.x.

24….

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Hugs.x.

~ You…. ~

It’s funny how every day goes by
with a memory to remind me of you,
It’s the tiny little things that get to me most
that pull at my heart so true,
It’s the look of a man walking
or I hear a strangers voice,
And my heart it takes a leap
my mind it has no choice,
All of a sudden my thoughts
they all go,
And all I can think of
is you mixed with snow,
The cold fresh and white
and the warmth of your skin,
The sound of your words
and I’m losing it within,
That’s when I remember your so far
your not near,
And how sometimes I’d give anything
just to have you here,
The way you make me smile
and how we can talk all night long,
How you think of me during the day
and send me a song,
How we can talk about anything
our hopes and our dreams,
And your always here beside me
when I fall apart at the seams,
I guess you mean more to me
than you’ll ever know,
But as time it goes on
it will probably show,
All you need to know
and know this from the start,
I carry your name
so deep in my heart….

.x.

For Pelle, Winna, and Pluto….
Hugs to all of you…..x.x.x.x.

13….

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10….

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I should write…. There is so much on my mind that yes, I should write and let at least a little out but…. as soon as I start to allow words to drift, I don’t like the words. I don’t want to write from the heart. It doesn’t behave its self and does what it wants, and even worse my mind just chills out quietly in the corner and says yeah go ahead…. Can’t be having that….
So just picture posts….
Still, hope you all like them….
Have an amazing weekend everyone.x.x.

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So, so, so….
            true….

It happens….

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.x.

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