Poems, Poems and More Poems

From The Archives – Morning Magic – In Every Crack Of My Room.

MAGIC!

There is magic in the corners and cracks of my room …

Just lurking.

Waiting for the moment to shine in on my life and shed light

On what

IS right.

I swear there is magic …

Sparkling and shining and new,

I dream of all the wonder this magic could do.

I swear there is magic … swirling in puddles …

Beaming,

Bouncing,

Dancing and

Pouncing.

Like a fireball waiting to explode,

Burst open like a flower …  you know?

Like when winter surrenders and spring unfolds …

A brilliant new story just aching to be told.

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