Magicpoem
56Magic
MAGIC
It's not really day, it's not really night,
It's in between, it's called the twilight.
From the sea to the sky lo!
If it's not a tsunami, it's a tornado.
Miracles are a daily show,
Like lord Ram stringing the invincible bow.
Mind blowing are the sounds, the colours you create,
An artist can only try to imitate.
Either you can see the magic,
Or your life is indeed tragic.
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Thank you for your kind words.I am happy you liked it.
Nice, very lyrical.
A fellow poet, yay! Your poem is like waves rocking the side of the boat. Magical indeed!
I really like this poem you said everything that needed to be said in this poem.
I like it, and I love a good storm with lightning. I see the magic you speak of everywhere, in the breath of newborn Sparrows to the flight of a hummingbird and the magic in the seas. thanks for sharing
very intersting poem. it was enjoyable.
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jdeschene says:
14 months ago
I like this poem a lot. It hits a chord of truth with me. Thanks for sharing!