Whispers in the Flame

Candle burning, wishes near,

Herbs and dreams the spirits hear.

Water flowing, seeds I sow,

What I ask, the universe knows.

Moonlight hums, the stars reply,

Magic weaving through the sky.

By heart, by will, by mystery,

What I claim shall come to me.

Ash to air, and root to stone,

I call the power that is my own.

With every breath, with every sign,

The threads of fate and love align.

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