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The Magic Of It All
The state of being human
Has its spine tingling
Moments that last forever,
Geese flying formation
Across the full moon in
December on a cool clear
Night, a slug unfolding its
Sea horse beauty on your
Arm as you listen to the
Honking, mesmerized by
The magic of it all,
The visits from friends
You have yet to meet,
The mystic woman
Stepping out of her
Photo to gently bump
Her energy into yours,
The state of being human
The magic of it all.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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