Gerald Hall


A Memory

Giants walk the earth, like trees their shadows block the sun
Shrubs far above by head, these goliath creatures rest their hands.
In awe I stand. And unafraid.

It seems I have always been here.
In this magical land, where everything is new, strange and wondrous.
Curiosity is all that I know.

Yet these huge creatures allow me not, to explore…fully

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