27 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 27 - All is Magic

The rain that falls upon the thirsty ground;

The wind that dances with the grass and trees;

The sun and moon and stars that twinkle ‘round;

The reverence that brings me to my knees;

The ferns of frost painted upon the leaves;

The peace and stillness in the dead of night;

The words upon the page that set me free;

The power that was birthed in me to write;

That I am me ne’er ceases to astound;

It all is magic, mighty and profound.


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