Vetiver and oak moss
Lure you down the dark streets
The sweet taste of licorice
Dances on your tongue
The green fairy bewitches you
As you slowly come undone
Passing Marie Laveau’s tomb
And all the ancient stones
Observing all the signs and
Knowing there is more
Than you will ever find
The future may crumble
But the past will never fall
It’s rich in the blood
That has been sacrificed
And pulses in the
Music that dances
Through these halls
Secret gardens strung
With jasmine and wisteria
Lingering in the air
You run towards
The Mississippi River and
Your reflection finds you there
Glistening from the summer heat
The moonlight dances off your skin
I’m certain I’ve been here before
And I never want to leave again...
💫Amber Comber
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