Magical

My eyes, were once, not so cloudy as today

They would watch the world around

Where they could dream, believe and hope

That everything in life was possible

And as the vision has been polished

My nostalgic eyes were only left to witness

The heavy dust that set over the sea

Which made the pure water to be poisoned

Leaving behind just a lost memory

That there was once a sorcerous world

That those two eyes would call

Magical.

 

“Children see magic because they look for it.” ― Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal

Love, D.

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