Sun. April 6th 2008in 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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