The flush of cheek as thoughts stray to another time
Memories strike chords in melodic detail
Orchestrated naturally and beautifully
Sparks fly in directions igniting my whole being
Tis magick in pure form
Which causes the waves to crash with a mighty roar
The seas do not obey the laws of movement
Upon themselves they crash
They do not conform
It is so elemental
So raw and real
What was has not died and departed
Nay! It lives ~ Maggie ~ 8/5/08 @ 7:29 p.m. EST
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