Sympathetic Magic - Poem by Patti Masterman
It's written in the leaves,
And the clouds at sundown;
Things you thought were left behind-
Or buried in the ground.
Secrets that were whispered
At the break of dawn,
Presents got and given
For the price of song,
For all the stars were watching,
When you gave your heart
And sympathetic magic means
Some things can never part.
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