Magic is real it’s inside of me.
I close my eyes and it’s what i see.
Books float to me when I want them and open before me.
Magic is a escape from a place I don’t want to be.
I see doors swing ajar as I walk towards them or slam close when I’m angry as if it was wind.
Is it my imagination that take me to this wonderland destination?
Or is that I come from a long line of seekers and seers?
My grandma once told me If I believe it could be true.
Magic keeps me happy instead of being blue.
Oh yes indeed magic is serene to me
And when I need a little clue I see the magic when I look at you.
- Author: sjc513 ( Offline)
- Published: June 27th, 2018 00:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Yes Iām a Harry Potter fan lol
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 25
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Comments3
Positively brilliant!
Thank you š š
I agree with Dan. Splendid.
Thank so much
Your welcome
Hi there, I'm not a fan of Harry Potter but I'm a fan of this poem. Brilliantly written.
- Syd
Thank you syd!
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