He never believed in magic,
but when he interlocked eyes with her,
that's when he could feel her magic,
that kind of magic that made sunsets on our darkest days,
the kind that made even the stars envy,
and it was that magic that was needed to make him believe.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
