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Magic flows with a wave of a hand.

In coursing veins nature reside.

Innocent beyond compare.

See intelligence and beauty as radiant as a flare.

Apart their flickers,
together their a flame.

Power without meaning, but meaningful all the same.

  • Author: Silvertulip (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 25th, 2016 11:31
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31


  • Tony36

    Wonderful write

  • Christina8

    Beautiful poem! "Apart their flickers, together their a flame" was my favorite. Thanks for sharing!

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