Unknown paths magic

I wonder paths unknown
paths wild and overgrown
I wander but not lost
wild rivers alone I crossed.

The sights I've seen
are like those from a dream
oh the many places I've been
Relaxed I rest by the golden stream.

The trees grow straight and tall
and sometimes they do fall
but that just to the magic adds
this is a place for nomads

For the streams here are fast flowing
and the wind is gently blowing
if you follow down the paths wild and overgrown
paths of which little is known

.....You'll discover magic.

17/1/2020.









Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-17 at 11:11

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
With in this work lays Maggi.
Ken D
2020-01-17