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An Author, A Poet

One day,

you decide on a book.


Line by line,

the narrative flows.


The plot could go both ways;

how your mind imagined it to be,

or how it is authored to become.


You are never a protagonist,

but an observer of one.


However,

the monkey mind controls the scenes with senses.


You form the imagery,

they create the set.


Each view is typical on their own,

but always familiar.


Now,

who is that author of the story?


Or, should I ask,

who is the poet of the plot?

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