| A Simple Spell A spark of gray Turns to red-gold light Soon extinguished with a wave And the warm glow emits the sweetest perfume to fill your lungs Breathe in... Sit transfixed as it releases its soul to heaven in curls and lifts yours with it This mystic magic removes, with falling embers and droplets of smoke, every material thing before you. The strand will soon disappear but its essence, its life, will linger on As it teaches you both to Breathe out... Christa Midcap 11-18-01 |
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