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Sound Shadows (2)

The tops of trees gracefully sway
To the wind that whispers
Soft music through silver leaves.
Eternal music of harmony and joy,
Embracing, engulfing, giving life
To unearthly thoughts and shadows
That live, enthral and pass,
In half a breath or a thousand years,
To enchant in future, past or present,
Here or a hundred suns away.
To dance and weave a spell
To those who dream that beauty is,
And exists secretly within each one
Where ever magic lingers,
Touching, laughing, feeling.
Or sighing silently in worlds
Where science is the master
And every man a slave

A 'prettified' version of the original, I think I would prefer a touch of magic.

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