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Drifting away into an age of dreams
enchantment under moonbeams
a troubadour singing romantic songs of love
strumming a lute under mystical stars above
casting magical spells, a poet swoons
composing sonnets, words in bloom
plucking daisies he love me,
he love me not....
written for dVerse - Some Enchanted Poem
hosted by De - writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word enchant
Thank you for reading
So lovely.......a magical time!
ReplyDeleteAh the innocence in those early incantations. Great write.
ReplyDelete-Eric
"casting magical spells, a poet swoons
ReplyDeletecomposing sonnets, words in bloom" --yes, that's lovely!
Very nice rhythm to it!
ReplyDeleteLove the visual of the plucked daisies...
ReplyDeleteDe
Very nicely done, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, sweet and especially when thoughts turn to spring [and love.]
ReplyDeleteA magical dream! Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a wonderful dream, I love it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I have missed stopping by and reading your poetry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
That poem is enchanting, True.
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Your words are certainly in bloom with this quadrille. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteLove your lyrical, magical Q!
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