that wild, wondrous magic.

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i trespass into late hours listening for wings,
waiting for something luminous to pierce the night
she arrives draped in the last summer green,
all gypsy magic with flowers in her hair
she knows every secret the dark holds,
and her eyes shimmer with the light of a roaring sun
i stand entranced by her energy

ashley jane

you cannot keep a storm caged.
that wild, wondrous magic.