If it’s magic
then why can’t it be everlasting
like the sun that always shine,
like the poets endless rhyme
like the galaxy of time.
If it’s pleasing
then why can’t it be never leaving
like the day that never fails
like on sea shores there are shells
like the time that always tell
It holds the key to every heart
throughout the universe.
It feels you up without a bite
and quenches every thirst.
So if its special
then with it why aren’t we as careful
as making sure we dress in style
posing pictures with a smile
keeping danger from a child.
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