Magic drips off her body continuously
Radiating the brightest light ever known to man
Her smiles make each breath-taking sunset
Her eyes reflect each glittering star
Her tears of joy make every flowing ocean
Magic is a part of her
Magic is the word she whispers
As she stands there in the darkest night
Magic is the word she whispers
When sunlight rolls off of her arms
And fills the awaiting sky
Magic fills her joyous heart
And her heart is tender and kind
To others who need a little magic
To light their darkest night
Magic is her everlasting soul
Magic is what helps her
Look to the brighter side of life
Magic is the word she whispers
Magic is her answer
Magic is her light
A contest entry
- Magic in the Silver Moon by Lone Defender.
500 points, ended May 19, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Gorgeous words, friend. I appreciate your entry ...very lovely poem.



