Your mystic euphonious voice
In the surreal-like labyrinth
Of my mind; resonate, with
The reverberating cadence
Of an enchantress
Chanting a soul-clutching spell
In the mystific depth of night,
Is the mystical rhythm
Deep down the fluvial depth
Of my thoughts...
Whispering, invoking the soul
Of a dream; ressurecting dry bones
Long dead and forgotten.
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