It's A Kind Of Magic
There's magic to be had everywhere
it can travel invisibly through the air,
high up in those towering mountains
to depths of deepest wide blue oceans,
you cannot see or even touch
just know it's inside all of us,
I place conch shell to my ear
hear wild ocean oh so clear,
when flush, reddish flames they grow
flicker by softened candle lights glow,
it reminds me of mystical belly dance
the kind that puts males in a trance.
So with contentment I begin to write
darkness takes me through the night,
words of art weave enchanting verse
putting pen to paper now disbursed.
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