I’m magic.
I’m the skipped heart beat when he springs into your mind.
I’m the smile of the stranger that made you flutter in joy.
I’m the hope behind the glare of the sun of a new morning.
I’m the grey in the clouds of your heart that make your eyes rain every night.
I’m the words whispered by your best friend in your ears.
I’m the sparkle decorated in your eyes by his curvy smile.
I’m the firm lump in your throat when he doesn’t reply.
I’m the screaming satisfaction when your mommy hugs you tight.
I’m magic, I make your life ignite.
-Nupur Dua
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