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The red harvest moon shines deeply with its eerie light
Somewhere in distant galaxies stars are burning bright
The equinox is here this night
The countenance of mystery enshrouds this site

The wind whispers gently among ancient oaks
The great mother of thought druid invokes
Standing in the middle of stone circle which in nirvana night cloaks
Gathering from all over the world are ancient folks 

As around the area field flowers bloom
Underneath the Stonehenge with his ring druid opens an old tomb
But this is not place of death rather for great force womb
That slumbers in underground room

The mirror is placed on rooms’ wall supported by two poles
Through the mirror there is vortex of souls
The druid is exhilarated as those spirits he consoles
The last fundamental place to which vortex leads philosophy extols

The Stonehenge was build in millennia past
The time like shadow of it is cast
Who knows how long it will last
But its spirit will be alive beyond boundless time long after stones turn to dust

The very meaning of life is at the base of philosophy by druid disciplined
The endless self sustaining wave based on pure imagination his soul has ginned
That philosophy in last fundamental place has grown beyond time and times’ limits it will rescind
Mesmerizing beauty of beyond meaning of life in heavenly place is story whispering in the wind

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