A distant time in a silent night The wonder of knowing the fear of fright Within a circle found sitting alone To reach inside to see whats grown For what is givin in what shall be seen To long for space to feel the green A thought of not knowing what is the need Shall then find the soil that will take the seed In a faraway place hidden within the mind The writing of words that shall help unwind Taken in with the magic of the universe Will hold to the comfort that comes from verseBirth sign: Taurus
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