The Stories Club
Lili Dongping Rouveure
/Ruiyi Wang
In my city, there's a place that's dear to me, At first glance, seemingly ordinary, you see, Enclosed like a greenhouse, it might appear, Yet amidst the urban sprawl, it's remarkably clear.
Though in this city of concrete and steel, This little green haven holds an ethereal feel, For within its confines lies the city's wealth, Where tales come alive, enriching in stealth.
Indeed, within these walls, stories awake, Breathing life and magic, for all to partake, Enchanting audiences, carrying them afar, To distant realms, where dreams and stories spar.
Through these narratives, friendships form and bind, And memories pass down, from mind to mind, And what of you? You who listens to my tale, Enraptured by this memory's trail.
As tales were once told, from mouth to ear, Across generations, for all to hear, You, who revels in the magic of words and lore, Consider coming forth, to listen, learn, explore.
For surely, one day, you'll add your own grace, Enchanting this place, preserving its embrace, Its cultures and traditions, upheld with pride, In this cherished spot, where stories reside.