Emotions glitter like fairy lights in the moonlight.
Fireworks are hope.
Candles are calm.
The old flickering show is nostalgia.
"That feels like magic," We say.
The images pull us in and our eyes see the charm.
What we see becomes a story to tell.
We levitate through life to catch these moments,
turning them into an art.
Recapturing the moment with our own interpretation.
Therefore, art is magic.
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Seashell Harpspring
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