Magic

by sibyllene   Oct 12, 2011


Magic is nothing more
than, merely, a soul
unaware of its thrumming,
a fern before unfurling,
a glint of dust in a library
filled to the brim
with unopened books.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Britt

    This is pure poetry, right here. Love, love, love. You work well under pressure, Sibby. This is beautiful. I like the word 'thrumming'. You don't see that often.. though I assume some people are going to start using it now ;)

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