Beneath the moon's glow, the old tales would bloom,
Grandma's lullabies, whisking me to distant shores,
Whispered sagas of heroes that conquered strife,
Awakening dreams in innocent eyes, thirsty for more.
In her trembling voice, secrets were unfurled,
Each word spun like magic, in her tales I'd dwell.
Through her stories, love and wisdom would prevail,
Forever etched in my heart, her words forever dwell.
©triumphant
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