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The ghosts prayed , touched by a ring of light around their
brows and tunneled into an open room.
The winds collected and drew breathe, then released
and slammed the doors shut.
The plunge took place,
the blooming of youth.
A beautiful path surrounded by daffodils and roses.

A sparkle in the nights sky as they rode aback of mules.
The three pointed wish lays beside the babies crib.
After the fields of orange wheat
that dance in the silent breeze,
in the hush of night.
The two characters life and death
meet for the first time.

One smile upon an empty face
and emotions were born.
Then fire and ice married at first light.
The present like hope, mixed with sunlight
and left the imprints of weather.
A sweet singing began and love burst free of its roots
and scattered with the wind.