Magic is what I see

sjc513

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 Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2018 00:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yes Iā€™m a Harry Potter fan lol
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 25
  • User favorite of this poem: Heartwriter.
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Comments3

  • Poetic Dan

    Positively brilliant!

    • sjc513

      Thank you šŸ™ šŸ™ƒ

    • Heartwriter

      I agree with Dan. Splendid.

      • sjc513

        Thank so much

        • Heartwriter

          Your welcome

        • Syd

          Hi there, I'm not a fan of Harry Potter but I'm a fan of this poem. Brilliantly written.

          - Syd

          • sjc513

            Thank you syd!



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