Image by Patrizio from Pixabay
Magic runs to the beat of its own drum
Over an era, hidden in secrets
Now I have my hands on the parchment
Study, follow the clues, take the first step
To find a slice of my own magic
Every step takes me to the most amazing places
Remembering tastes, smells with every new continent
Quick lightning fills the air
with a scent from an unknown place
Under dark Indian skies, I find my first clue
East across the river, find the cave
Sleeping there, the Buddha wakes
To tell of steps you have yet to take,
if earthly treasures you seek…
©AnitaDawes2022
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