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Enchantment
The goddess of rain enchanted me
I beheld my ghost in the bed of clouds
Wedding the sky…
I beheld it coming through mist and rain
Waving and calling me
When I approached nearer
It fluttered its wings and flew away…
I entered the temple of rain
And beheld a fairy weaving water
Into lace
Spreading it over the sky
Riding the horse of wind
I traveled from myth to myth
Bestrewing the spell of poetry into space
To enchant and intoxicate the world
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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