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A Spell and a Lullaby
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Magic and Spells Soft winds in the meadow
Clear water over stone
I know a place where
The soft green moss grows
Sleep now my darling
Forget all your woes
Go to the place where
The soft green moss grows
Agreeing with Starward that
Agreeing with Starward that this seems to be a love poem, as much as anything. But I suppose romantic love, in many ways, is at times both a spell and a lullaby. Very easing, the nature of this. Forming in it's words a pillow, for sure.
Beautiful poem, and, in some
Beautiful poem, and, in some ways, it seems like more than a spell or a lullaby . . . it seems, at least to me, to be a love poem. I can easily imagine speaking to my Beloved in this way.
Starward