A peom from my Tarot Collection.

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A walk in the woods
Is what I thought
Would bring me back
Memories forgot
But along my way
I found a path
Where the rays of light
Gave a golden bath
I heard a voice
So pure and clear
And knew my hope
Had brought me here
“Come my child”
The voice sang
“Sit with me”
O how it rang
Her dress of green
And wings of vines
Seemed to carve
The stone of lines
She sang a song
A Celtic tune
I thought it was
About the moon
She opened her eyes
Ans stared at me
I still don’t know
How it came to be
That a seat of my own
Came up so fast
And I sat down quick
To learn of my past
The fairy grinned
A secret smile
And kept me there
For a long while
I can not tell
Of the lessons she gave
And will take them
To my grave
But if you find yourself
On the sun kissed road
Remember that
It is your life to decode
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