Magic Trance

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Your fragrance is in the morning flowers,
The birds hum your mellifluous tunes,
The dawn paints your captivating smile,
My morning is blessed by your countless boons;

You are everywhere - your songs, your smiles,
Such a spell your magic has wrought,
Magic trance, you've weaved all over,
A trance from which hope I shall wake not.

Play

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Another year ticks by,
Like a child lost in his game,
I play on unhurried,
Unmindful of time.

The more I play,
The more I lose myself in play,
The more I find the child at play,
The more I love the play.

I look for a steady playmate.
Is a playmate necessary?
Does this play allow playmates?
Do playmates play well?

As years go by I see plays within play,
So wonderfully fascinating, so absorbing,
Transfixed, I play on unhurried,
Unmindful of time.