by Mihara Minsadi

I wonder where my words are 

On the shelves of a child eager to learn from a new story

In a bookstore, awaiting the future reader 

In the hands of someone as they read 

All over the world, read by all different kinds of people, having a different impact on each of them. 

The words we write can go far and wide 

Into hundreds of hands and minds

Plant new and beautiful flowers into their minds 

Help to remove the weeds in there. 

Help to create a whole new world. 

Lift them up the way you were lifted up by other stories. 

Pave a way for the river of inspiration to keep on flowing so that when your mind has gone to rest,

the ones you have inspired will keep paving the river for the next story tellers. 

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