Silvertulip

4 friend\\\'s

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.

Comments2

  • Tony36

    Wonderful write

  • Christina8

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



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