Magic Wands

Windswept with salt-sprayed sun rays
On a cliff bathed by the rhythms of the moon.
Sandalwood scents and cinnamon smiles
Paint the space around and over me.
All the while the spirits fly
As wonder fills the living air
With spells and shells of coral kisses.
Ancient runes carefully carved deep
Into my heart name the one magic
That spins this world and the next.

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  1. “Ancient runes carefully carved deep
    Into my heart name the one magic
    That spins this world and the next.”

    WoW! Hey, I may not have the poet’s heart, but I know what I dig, and I DIG this one, brother!

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      1. You are wonderful !!!! Thank you! Wulf gives color an array of tastes in so much of his work and I love that. I am learning so much from all of you, about how to draw language in and make it do amazing things!

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        1. I would die if I stopped learning, like for realzees (oops, that’s a word my youngest taught me and has become a habit 😁, basically add ‘zees’ to the end of words like forgivezees 😊)

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