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Merlin’s Last Days
A smile hidden in the
dark, with a touch of secret
knowledge thought lost in the
ages.
An ancient calling rings
deep inside and resonates
through old bones where a
wisdom is started now looked
over.
Sitting by the fire where once
prophecies were told and visions
came alive, smoking a sweetened
pipe.
Telling tales to those who
still would listen, remembering
the things that once had been,
bitter sweet memories.
A sour peace, a time
to relax while missing the
days of yore, no longer what
once had been.
The world changed around
the man, leaving him behind
to gather the fragments of
another time.
7:24 PM - 7/15/2006 -
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Beautiful poem!
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