Playful twilight sparks abound and lead
By forests' pine, through mystic marshes' reed
As sunlight dims and home is lost in memory
The curiously astray learn how does darkness feed
Captured in fantastic signs in ways most plenary
Designs of wold and wood surround, wildness so free
A little of the magic stops to lightly plant a seed
With a voice as sweet as rose's scent sings the angel's queen Marie
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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