Enthral at the ball
\nThe call of the wild
\nThe witchy the spellbinding
\nVoice of a child
\nCalling in cryptic the raptures of old
\nThe didgeridoo and guitar all were rolled
\nInto a rapture of dramatic worth
\nColours and fairy lights
\nAll around earth
\nThe mirth and atoning
\nBoth fitting and true
\nImpartial justice the hearts of the few
\nPart of the enchantment
\nAnd gratefully
\nThe whispering forces
\nA voyage to afar
\nThe great fascination
\nThe charm and the star
\nThe warmth of within
\nThe worldly play
\nIn life\u2019s spotlight, an enchantress
\nMystics might say<\/p>\n
We sat over come by her
\nWhispering soul
\nIn a quaint little hall
\nWe joined and the role
\nOf casting, their sanctity spread everywhere
\nHer divine essence and beautiful
\nHair
\nHer wonderful colourful heavenly form
\nOn our sofa of choice
\nWere Impressively warm
\nStrangers perhaps wanting to be
\nTogether in goodness and true charity
\nSo much will so much way
\nSo much heart on the day
\nA collective spell
\nClearly at play.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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