Magic is the Sun that gives us light
Magic is the unforgiving night
Magic is the calm and gentle breeze
Magic is the rain across the seas
Magic is the world we've always known
Magic is the one place we call home
Magic is the life that sings our name
Magic is the sorrow overcame
Magic is the thing we oversee
Magic is inside of you and me.
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Souls of the Forgotten
PoetryHello, Scribes! Some people have argued that since I am a poet, I should be writing poetry. And I can see what they mean: it's not in my name for nothing! This collection of my original poetry should probably show that I can write several types of l...
