The story teller tells his stories.
All are intrigued by his silver tongue and creativity, a beautiful mind indeed.
The story teller tells his tales,
adventurous journeys into unknown lands, melancholic farewells along the way.
He tells of Love, he knows her well,
he drank her potion, he ate her spell.
The story teller tells his stories,
he tells them all, he tells them well.
His eyes wide his pupils dilate.
He does not live here in the now,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem