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The Magic of Old
Flames are dancing in the dark
blowing in the air
secrets hiding in shadows
though i'm not sure quite from where.
Waves are rolling at the shore
licking at the sand
the grains tell of times before time
as if by sheer demand.
Wind blows through the looming trees
gently touching leaves with cold
both memories of love and hate
are found within these words of old.
Earth does dance within the wind
it burns within the flame
it flows within a fist if mud
but is never once the same.
This magic has long dissappeared
but it's message carried along
in that sense, magic of old
is never truly gone.
Wow, that was very great. Awesome imagery. I have a feeling I may have to come back and read it again later.
"the grains tell of times before time"
that is the best line man! haza!
"Wind blows through the looming trees
gently touching leaves with cold
both memories of love and hate
are found within these words of old."
i like that part too!
i love it hun :)
ash
Much Love
Ashley