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Along red paths when leaves are cracking

Under my heavy steps, I feel those of the ground

Which gently felt on old cold stony benches

Where sometimes I slept until  new dawn appears

When sweet Fall’s wind, in  woody perfumes

Blows on my face, I hear yesterday’s voices

Whispering names of my fairy sisters

It sings a slow tune, powerful as a prayer

Ferns and heathers raise in me the smell

Of sacred moor in Avalon’s land

And I close my eyes, better keep in heart

The essence of large trees, I embraced the trunk

Strenghts of my Isle can’t drain off

She knows time is long to accomplish the fate

And her daughters’s hand, never she lets off

The thread of union wouldn’t break away

I am not from here, and on my forehead

Remains an imperceptible white  moon crescent

I travel in this life, in new sceneries

But my soul is in joy, for return it’s waiting

Memories of Avalon – Isle Calling – ENY