Poetry: “Magic”

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Magic

 

Mist is hanging in the air,

Weaving magic in the dark.

Mysteries are hid within,

Things no mortal ever sees.

 

If we try to seek it out,

Watch it fade just like the mist,

But it’s never truly gone,

Always there, but never seen.

 

We can go on in our lives,

Never seeing what is there.

Only when we’re really young,

Does the magic reveal itself.

 

So be careful where you tread,

Things unseen are underfoot.

Have respect and do beware,

Sometimes magic does bite back.

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