Magic Spot

October 25, 2007
By Corey Cantor, Woodcliff Lake, NJ

There is a place deep in the forest,
A magic spot, where
Memories, hopes and despairs
Come to light.

Past memories,
Return to me, echoes
Pounding inside my head. I cry out
To silent woods, will I always
Remember? Always despair?

The rain leaves imprints,
And droplets on me,
just like the plants of tranquility,
I ease from my distress

I open my eyes
and see it all in front of
me; the past, present, future, good
things to be.

That is how things used
To be, my magic spot
Has disappeared,
Only left to memory


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