It’s all
magic.
All
we know.
All we
think we
know,
all magic.
All knowledge,
magic.
Wand
raised,
spun
and it
began.
All that
happens
magic.
Scurry around
we do.
Oblivious!
Oblivious of
the spell.
The spell
of creation.
The Sorcerer,
plans
unknowable.
Alchemy of
creation.
Everything
spun up
from
nothingness!
Magic of
life!
Each,
magical creatures.
Awe.
The
awe of
being.
Alive!
The magic,
a gift,
a curse.
Everything.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2019 07:49
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Comments3
I been and lost me wand - that could be tricky! Now I can't do a thing, magic or not! lol.
Thank you kindly for reading my work
Bang on!
It's all Magic!
Thank you kindly for reading my work
I second that bang!
Nail well hit!
Loved it
Much appreciated
With peace and respect
Plus a little magic
Thank you PD.
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