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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