A Poets Magic
This story is about magic. A poets passion. But no compassion for any sorcerers an their sorcery in any fashion.
See I'm not a wizard or magician.
I'm something much more magnificent.
Brought into existence. See it's an big difference when you were created in the creators image. I write cause I like to see my magic sparking. Cause I write on my magic carpet and I write pass the margins because the whole sheet of paper has to be charted. It's no use for all this magic to harvest. So I try to spark the magic of those that has been darkened.
Copyright © Uriel Wisdom | Year Posted 2015
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