Three rock magical journey
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Rolling the first magic rock, a stage unfolds,
Where secrets of magic are daringly told.
With a flick of the wrist and a glint in the eye,
A world of illusion begins to fly high.
With the roll of second magic rock, a Genie takes flight,
With a shimmer of stardust, a magical sight.
"Three wishes, dear friend," the voice softly hums,
In realms of the impossible, where fantasy comes.
With the rolling of last magic rock, I dive into a magic divine,
The healing embrace of a love that’s benign.
In the heart of despair, where hope seems to wane,
A whisper of faith can ease every pain.
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