When faraway lands beckon,

And strange birds coo for comfort.

Distant echoes speak of nearby mysteries,

All those whispered secrets in the dark, invite you,

To partake in the madness of it all.

You don't even try to resist the magnetic pull,

And try to follow  the delicate symphony...

~*~

Please do interpret this poem in the way you see fit, because while I wrote it with something else in mind, my other two friends interpreted in two other ways... so yeah.

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