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Poem "Mystical Things"

Mystical Things
that we want to believe
like unicorns, fairies
and creatures with wings.
Magic unexplained,
miracles abound,
creatures that foot through woods
and hardly make a sound.
A howl through the silence,
mist rising through leaves on trees,
the smell of earth and root,
branches moving with the breeze.
Shooting stars in starry skies
a boat horn heard on shore
darkness as we turn off the light
the sound of an old dog's snore.
Truths and fables
faith and imaginings
we drift off in wonder
and dream of what tomorrow brings.

b.achenbach sept 5, 2016
Location: Jersey City, NJ, USA

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