Stories Wispered Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Wrinkled hands, a knowing smile,
Stories whispered for a while.
Of dragons fought and dreams that soared,
Secrets that the old have stored.

A child's bright eyes, a wondering gaze,
Lost in stories of bygone days.
A world brand new, a simple truth,
Finding magic in their youth.

Old and young, a gentle blend,
Where wisdom starts, and stories end.
But in that space, a bridge so clear,
The past and future meet right here.