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Cast a spell

Cast a spell
  1. The moon is big,
    The air is cold,
    The harp is singing the whispers of my soul.
    I gasp for air while i play the strings of my heart,
    The blue of the night hides my tears as they roll down my checks.
    I ask the witches to come to me and take me away from this pain
    i call life,
    I ask you my witches please cast a spell on to me,
    So i can forget about this pain that use to be called love,
    Repair these strings that play my heart
    Give me my breath back so i may breath again,
    Cast your spell on to me,
    for i do not want to cry no more, i want to live
    and forget what was once lost can be now found again.
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Tony Taylor

Hey DONNA!!.....I really like the phrasing here...... it has a VERY strong sense of rhythm and timing in its metering.......painting powerful imagery in theΒ minds eye of your reader..... and referencing the metaphysical for added ambiance.......ALL STARS!!..... well done...... and..... WELCOME to COSMO!!........ LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo.Β  ?

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