A Story Left Untold

A cover,
Hard and Golden,
Masks a subtle shade of Brown
Enclosing text of hidden depth
Waiting to be found.

From afar,
Slim and Simple,
One might never know
What story lies so deep inside
Or where that story goes.

It appears,
To me at least,
To have a happy ending
But not one trace of spot or place
My presence is intended.

A footnote;
Cryptic, coded, green,
Teasing me to read it
Written such that nothing much
Is understood or ceded.

But soft,
There is no light,
Written in unfriendly diction.
So it goes this lovely prose
Is, for me, a work of fiction.


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