Magic


I dream of magic.
With sparks flying,
Colors whirling,
Mind expanding to take in the world.
When I close my eyes I dream.
Of the tension in the clouds,
Before they release their sorrows
And water falls to Earth in an endless torrent.
Of each leaf that spirals to the ground,
Forgotten in the silent, silvery night.
I dream because I am young.
Because 'seeing is believing' isn't enough for me.
When a single bird trills,
The world sighs in contentment.
So do I.

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