by Valerie V.


Tell it to me slowly,
Tell it to me fair,
Tell it to me so justice has no fear,
To dance upon the hilltop,
So far as the eye can see,
To enjoy in one's pleasures,
And to roam free in one's pains,
To live life is to remember,
To revel in one's memories,
It is a drawer full of stories,
A closet full of secrets,
A handle ready to be pulled,
To be let out of misery,
To expose its gentle papers,
Like a soul, spilling its emotion
Out to the floor of the world,
For all to see its contents.
Tell it to me in the present,
Tell it to me in the past,
Tell it to me while the clock ticks
Slowly, across the fields of time.



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