{"id":20112,"date":"2011-03-02T14:49:51","date_gmt":"2011-03-02T19:49:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/20112\/memories-avalon-isle-calling\/"},"modified":"2011-03-02T14:49:51","modified_gmt":"2011-03-02T19:49:51","slug":"memories-avalon-isle-calling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/20112\/memories-avalon-isle-calling\/","title":{"rendered":"Memories of Avalon – Isle Calling"},"content":{"rendered":"

Along red paths when leaves are cracking<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Under my heavy steps, I feel those of the ground<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Which gently felt on old cold stony benches<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Where sometimes I slept until \u00a0new dawn appears<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

When sweet Fall\u2019s wind, in \u00a0woody perfumes<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Blows on my face, I hear yesterday\u2019s voices <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Whispering names of my fairy sisters<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

It sings a slow tune, powerful as a prayer <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ferns and heathers raise in me the smell<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Of sacred moor in Avalon\u2019s land <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

And I close my eyes, better keep in heart<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The essence of large trees, I embraced the trunk <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Strenghts of my Isle can\u2019t drain off<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

She knows time is long to accomplish the fate <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

And her daughters\u2019s hand, never she lets off <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The thread of union wouldn\u2019t break away <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I am not from here, and on my forehead<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Remains an imperceptible white\u00a0 moon crescent<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I travel in this life, in new sceneries<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

But my soul is in joy, for return it\u2019s waiting <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n


\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Memories of Avalon \u2013 Isle Calling – ENY<\/strong><\/p>\n

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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 \u00a0new dawn appears When sweet Fall\u2019s wind, in \u00a0woody perfumes Blows on my face, I hear yesterday\u2019s voices Whispering names of my fairy sisters It […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20112","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20112"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20112\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20112"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20112"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20112"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}