Hidden Magic

February 28, 2018

Lost is the magic of the moon

Lost is the warmth of her glow

Still she stays,

Guiding weary travelers home.

Home is the place

Where the crone shows her wisdom,

Where the fairies and witches are free.

Home is the willow,

Where the magic grows.

Hidden from you and

Me.

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