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| An enchanted place |
There are others here, sensed unseen,
The wind chanting in loosening crowns,
The leaves in steady drift, the wind a siren's song.
The shades awaken, spirits that have gone before,
Souls that cleared the way, unwinding from my own,
Rising from an emptied mind, and I am freed
To rise with them through brighter boughs,
Feeling what it must be like, living without limits,
Never to be born and never die,
Immortal for a moment
On this golden morning among trees.
