Enchanted Meadow of the Whispering Grass
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Beyond the veil of the known world,
where ancient forests stretch and bend,
there lies a glade, untouched, pristine,
a realm where magic has no end.
The morning air, thick with tales untold,
of strange romances, dances wild,
ancestors’ spirits, ever watchful,
guard the meadow, nature’s child.
Dew-kissed flowers with crowns of gold,
glow softly under the sunrise sheen,
their fragrance, a spellbinding allure,
transporting souls to places unseen.
Gentle breezes carry secrets,
echoes of a time long past,
where love knew no bounds or barriers,
in this enchanted meadow, vast.
The whispering grass shares stories,
of resilience, love, and ancient rites,
a sanctuary, a haven of dreams,
illuminated by ethereal lights.
If you chance upon this mystical place,
let its enchantments cradle your soul,
for in its depths, you’ll uncover truths,
that make broken spirits whole.
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Sara Etgen-Baker
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