The Spell

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he Spell
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For one fleeting moment it could have been
Another world
In the misty distance the cold haar hung
Like veiling
Sharp figures reflected in their dancing spell
There was no doubt
I was under that spell
Time stopped for me
As I tried to focus
Looking into a low December sky whose sun was
Watery and painted the snowy landscape
With sparkling light and
On the horizon the deer pranced and played
In their ritual dancing
A snapshot of time, a magical moment
There was no doubt
I was under that spell;