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Things All Magical
- Gurdit
- Aug 5, 2019
- 1 min read
His eyes sparkle like galaxies,
His aftershave whiffs of freshly cut grass,
His mouth tastes like fresh flowers,
His lips making the magic start.
His soul chases the shooting star,
To reach a planet of dreams,
For him to read poetry,
Written in every possible hue to sing.
When he finds the little birdies,
Who take him to her,
In the world full of magic dust,
His heart too beats like thunder.
photo from pinterest.
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