I'm looking for the magic
the kind that makes a blind person see
It's never where you think you'll find it -
never where you think it may be
It's the magic that ripples the soul
like raindrops on a placid pond
A magic that lifts the spirit
like a mist on mountains far beyond
It's the magic reflected on a still lake
mirroring the blue sky
The magic essence of a green forest
where dappled shadows lie
It's a magic you will find but
once in a lifetime
Like the magic I felt
when your eyes met mine
ⒸRose
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