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THE POETS MAGIC

THE POETS MAGIC

 The magical mystical wonder
of creating a world 
To free yourself from daily life
from dark to light
blind to sight
dragons ,beasts, fairy's ,doves 
magic ,storms ,fury ,love
minds eye vision a story
minds eye fly above
be in someones body for a day
write down what they feel or say
poets thoughts are everywhere 
a world where no-one sees 
they bring the words back with them
A vision of how its to be
be the victim or the killer
be the fantasy or the thriller
pen on paper brings them alive
through passion or boredom these stories thrive
I love to write and write loves me
pen to paper my stories let free
the fire inside creates a spell
of mesmerizing all they tell
be it bad or be it good
a poets magic is understood
wand of a poet writes everything
that truth ,dream or wishing could bring

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Tina Moore

lol than you tracy  glad you appreciated it   tina x

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Tina Moore

appreciate the comment sellamuthu   thanks for reading   all the best tina x

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Felicity McDonald

Wonderful poem! This piece perfectly describes the wondrous powers of being a poet, author or artist. It is nice to just forget about all the troubles of daily life and just relax by creating another world with a few taps of a keyboard or a few strokes of a pen.

cheers

Felicity

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