The Magic Well
Seldom am I speechless
though at times, I may not speak.
My thoughts whirl frantically inside,
regardless, yet, not weak.
Rarely at a loss for words,
I choose my comments well...
For it is my sincere desire
sweet truth of heart to spell.
Upon occasion, happens
proper words I cannot find...
where word cannot do justice to
the whirling of my mind.
it does not happen often...
to thus be rendered mute...
my heart most oft is ready
to respond in quick pursuit.
But then one day I stumbled
Upon a deep, deep well.
a well that flowed with magic
and into it I, then, fell.
the magic was inviting
and quick to overwhelm...
its taste and fragrance heady,
carried me to unknown realm...
Now, here I sit in wonder
for the words I seek to find
flee as chased by fire in
my ever whirling mind.
Yes, seldom am I speechless
though at present can not speak...
my thoughts are whirling frantically,
as magic words I seek.
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