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    Storybook Expressions
    Storybook Expressions
    Storybook Expressions
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    Storybook Expressions

    By Marg Moore

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    When awareness surpasses realism, one can experience revelation beyond known intelligence. Often it arises from a sense of conflict or contradictions in our lives and may allow us to inventive ingenuitya creative story based in self-acceptance and well-being. Expression of emotion through metaphor, supposition, and conversation is the art of lyrical play to open a world of consciousness, perpetuating all life through challenging moments. Storybook Expressions allows readers to experience the nature of conscience in a lighthearted diary of humor and longing to continue a growing discussion of varied ideas and views of an evolving world.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateDec 8, 2014
    ISBN9781496955982
    Storybook Expressions
    Author

    Marg Moore

    A metric took education experience and expectations without restraint to Storybook Admissions, I felt moved to leave discord for another schematic -as you read my storybook, open the pages of your own story to know we share this point in time.

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      Storybook Expressions - Marg Moore

      © 2014 Marg Moore. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 12/03/2014

      ISBN: 978-1-4969-5599-9 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4969-5598-2 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2014921347

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Awakening Amadeus

      Finding Etherina

      Prevail the Future

      Winds Tomorrow

      Indeed a Life

      Awakening Amadeus

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      Instill the weight of irons and cast a Herculean might, a maker’s plan

      Laid in fathomable depths, no decibel to shatter a thousand nights

      My adoration is writ so not to return to the homes of my ancestors, yet blackest panther

      Shall never be tamed in chains, my back has razed the evolution and ready now

      The battle waged in deafening engagement

      Be well those meek your sighs are heard in scripts and true to live with the voice of the soul

      Remind those that fade into the dusk of conscience mistaking virtue for impatience

      The serpent’s venom bites in wit drenching scornful lips

      Yet be at ease in the beast’ den for whom does abide, hungry and scented

      Shall carry the inheritance of all existence -bullion ablaze and blinding

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      Wretched chains bound the backs to history,

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