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.
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Author:
Silvertulip (
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Wonderful write
Beautiful poem! "Apart their flickers, together their a flame" was my favorite. Thanks for sharing!
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