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MAGICAL SPARKS

MAGICAL SPARKS

There are sparks in my head, 
in my mind. 
They fly and dance,
sometimes intertwine. 
Magic sparks that conjure words. 
Conjure music with sparkling lines. 
Magic sparks that when the world is unkind 
Can even conjure you. 

Magical sparks dancing in my mind. 

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Marion

I am familiar with these magic sparks Nigel...nice write my friend ?

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Being Me

Magic sparks....I love the magic sparks!  That is a really lovely picture too x

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you BM, believe it or not the picture is of a glass skull filled with little lights from Poundland. 
Thanks again 
Nigel 

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Being Me

Really?  It looks stunning!

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Nigel Cresswell...

Yeah, looks a bit cheesy in daylight but in darkness it's fantastic. A quid! 

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Being Me

Cant argue with a quid! Bargain! And it doesnt mayter about the daytime...it is clearly a night thing xx

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Pratibha Savani

Hi Nigel. Magic sparks is definitely my best friend! Love it! Brilliant short piece. Just magic! ? Px?

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Nigel Cresswell...

We all need magic. When you can buy it in Poundland the world has gone beautifully weird. 
Thanks P
Nigel 

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Pratibha Savani

???
agreed magic is everything!!
I've written one on magic. It's on here...called magic exists.
I've not many poems so you will easily find it if you wana read a magic piece. Px

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Nigel Cresswell...

Just read it P and I love it. Magic is quiet, it doesn't boast but, oh, if you're eyes are open.....
Nigel 

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Tony Taylor

Like the ballet of energies that are life itself.......well conveyed brother!!.......ALL STARS!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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