Eneryia

A gift of old
The pagan’s path

Plant the seed
Flow with haste

Gears turn to rust
Walls will fade

When dawn breaks
The wisps will play

To be born again
Anew.

So this is the next poem in my book series... a free verse depicting the heart of all magic.

Make sure to catch up on all the poems I've released thus far!
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