Sun. April 6th 2008
in olden days, the unlearned would call it magic,
in these trodden days, when you hear nothing but static,
we miss the expanse, the dark romance, the un-given chance, and in moon light we dance,
we gaze at the stars, and wander afar, in firelight, senses clear, wild chances appear.
it is all good,
and as i did come of age,
it did happen.
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