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Wherein the Soul Dwells....

Magick is a tender art,
woven from fine and silken threads,
crafted by the gentle heart,
and wizened, sacred hands. 

As the unicorns take to the sea,
relinquishing their earthbound form,
so, too, must I take my leave,
from the bitter realm where I was born.

Listen to the sea-wind's calling,
beckoning all to come her way,
deep and ancient thoughts now stirring,
the knells echoing at end of day.

                                                                                                             ---e.a.s. demers



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  1. Joe RichardsonJuly 21, 2013 at 11:19 AM

    Lovely, lovely, lovely. Are you submitting your work to publications? If not, well, you should be. :)

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    1. e.a.s. demersJuly 21, 2013 at 6:09 PM

      Aw, thanks, Joe! And, I am hoping to start submitting things soon.... I keep procrastinating, dawdling and panicking every time I think about it---- lol!

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