City of Magic
They called it the city of magic
So I came here seeking a miracle
The quiet and wet roads I found
after a rainy day quite ordinary
The mornings and the nights
had nothing special about them
The monuments and churches
were just lifeless buildings
The voices I heard in the streets
were unfamiliar
But the sense of the words
felt known and similar
I packed my bag with things
and materials I'd forever own
And started for home
With a spirit forlorn
Years later I stand here again
in this unfamiliar soil
I feel the shadow of an old me
following my every step naively
I look at her and I look at me
with shock and sharp roil
I see magic in every inch of her
And in every inch of me
Magic was probably always there
But I was lacking the ability to see
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