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Mystical Whims

All in the air, whimsical mist Hanging on tree tops, sunshine kissed Whipping leaves and tresses of hair Whimsical mist, all in the air Something magic travelling here Nothing wicked, nothing to fear Erasing memories tragic Travelling here, something magic It can’t be bought with pounds and pence Not tangible just felt by sense A sensation we all have sought With pounds and pence, it can’t be bought Choices made on mystical whims Not logic nor faith and sung hymns Branches, bodies and minds are swayed On mystical whims, choices made Swap Quatrain

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Date: 9/9/2022 8:43:00 PM
Hi Hat, the title of your poem drew me in “mystical whims” I love that and the poem did not disappoint….loved it! Debx
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Date: 9/9/2022 3:34:00 PM
Nice composition of a swap quatrain, Hat.
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