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The Enchanted Meadow of Wonder Poem

The Enchanted Meadow of Wonder Poem

The Enchanted Meadow of Wonder


Still within the end of days,

With softened valleys near,

A meadow calls within the woods,

With flowers blooming clear,


A love that cannot be described,

Is summoned from the trees,

The grass is greenest in the now,

And brings time to its knees,


Embrace the path that has no way,

Embrace the standing still,

For how can someone be the pen,

When they don't hold the quill?


Embrace the onward path of now,

This moment holds the key,

And write your sovereign song you will,

And be the symphony.


-Pamela Storch


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