Magic is a glowing sunset
Fiery red and orange with swirls of cotton candy pink
Magic is a midnight sky scattered with stars that glisten like gems
Magic is that chance encounter with a long-lost friend
Words and smiles exchanged, picking up where you last let off
Your time apart, feeling like moments, not years
Magic is two people, two souls, as time stands still, sharing in the bliss of their first kiss
Magic is when a brilliant idea emerges when you are so sure you’ve lost your muse
Magic is that moment of self-reflection and peaceful solitude
When even you discover something new about yourself
Magic is when the seemingly impossible somehow becomes the possible
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Jasmine Aguilar
Fascinated by pop culture and its effect on society... movies, music, books.. and pretty much anything.
I love writing and write a little bit of everything including a science fiction WIP!
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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This was so wonderful! Loved your poem!