In each and every one of us
there lives a magic place,
a secret meant to share with all
to wear upon our face.
The reason I know of what I write
I’ll tell you since you ask,
it’s in my soul, a part of me
I brought it from the past.
It’s flutes and bagpipes~ Shamrocks too
the forty shades of green,
awakening to the Seagull’s cry
an evening by the sea.
My wings they glimmer as they lift
to depart from a time now gone~
soaring on a virgin path
to live with purpose and song.
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