Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes
and whirlwinds, oceans
and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds
and read the clouds
and see the destiny
in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass,
alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain,
fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has never
disappeared from the life,
the love hold the life.
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A truly beautiful poem poem,! Alexis. It’s poets like you that keep the magic alive.
Good morning Shirley? I Wish you a bright and creativity month!
What i say? I have no words to describe my emotion. You’re so generous!
Thank you again!