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Into the Forest.

Into the forests we must go to lose our minds but find our souls,

whether we meet only the spirits know,

Nymphs and sprites,

fairies and elves. 

Don't go home when the clock strikes twelve. 

She called for me from the spirit world. 

a simple request,

go look for him,

hold his hand, 

through his darkness. 

Here his plea. 

It was never about you, it was me and her

and him.

So look into the starry night. 

Dont be scared my dear. 

You've an angel by your side. 

A witch too who knows the truth. 

So into the forests we must go to lose our minds and find our souls 

 

 

◄ Doesn't matter whose right or Wrong

Winds of Change. ►

Comments

Nicola Beckett

Tue 20th Dec 2016 16:35

That song came into my head. Put a spell on you, cos your mine. I once danced Egyptian style to that. Very evocative it was too
Sparkles and glitter, lotions and potions, kisses and near misses. Herbs and flowers. Magical powers. Let love live. xxx

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AM Cash

Mon 19th Dec 2016 22:01

And in those woods is what I fear or what I want more than here. Deeper I go, until it surrounds me so, for what I thought was a wood is an endless forest of endless love, lost to those no longer here. And now I hear the calling, stronger by the hour, and will that calling will bring me back to a city's salvation or someone special who can extinguish my tears? What spell do I now hear whispering in my ear?

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