Chance Narrative

In a casual slant, the russet covers hold unread folios

Not even the sharp curious eyes can probe uninvited

Dagger thoughts become blunt after feud with truth

Only the hands that care and a heart yearns true

Have access to that chosen space for mysterious words 

Elfish fingers chastened by the melancholic stare

Careless cannot untie the covers for whispers can be grave

Embrace with a passion before treading carefully

Choose tranquility and erase enfeebling prejudices

Unfasten the deep mysteries along with careful emotions

Words grace the sepia landscape and somber background

A casual but curious glance reveals a fascinating story