To fabbles and mysteries,
To tales and stories,
Some are said,
Some are unsaid,
But most of them go unheard;
In the head, a little voice calls,
In the head it stays,
We make a little of it sometimes,
They still dwell just in there;
I happen to find them here and there,
Talking of untold tales,
They are here to stay,
Unless, someone asks enough of the 'unheard tales'
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