I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon
a gleeful surprise
ineffable in my own
still growing , but I’ve grown

Even you are me,
I am he
This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive
or the breaths would’ve lasted at five

My eyes sparkle with belief
For I’m gonna fix up the world
I was magic , when I loved you ,
the world did , but you never knew .

I’ll be magic forever
cause all I know is to love
just like everything else – to be ashes is my pursuit
But my spirit will forever soar like a dove

‘Cause all I know is to Love . . .

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A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
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You float about this mystical notion, @simran-aman, which will send many a poetic mind thinking in their beds. You wrote in personification of a metaphysical being, or just exercising on abstraction? Either way, your lines are magical, taking the liberty of rhyming where you deem fit, and yet, they lend to the musicality of the poem.


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