She never read that many tales,
yet she gave him her most cherished—
the love for pages.
From his youngest days,
she told him stories
of lessons etched between words
across countless pages.
As time moved on,
so too did the young wanderer,
who fell into books.
He found himself a writer—
a writer of songs
unneeded of sound.
Still, he held her high.
But this seemed a spoil—
never the end goal.
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