The Path Between

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The Path Between

There are places I must walk,
others can not always follow.

If I speak bizarre talk,
what I am saying will you know.

There is a wildness in my soul,
a fae spirit in my head.

A force wild born in ancient hollow hills,
wreathed in magic, star light led.

Where I stride, lightly I tread,
whence I travel the other world is not dead.

In that world enchantment is fed,
singing in soft whispers inside my head.
Gina Marie