A Moment of Magic
By Wynter Rose
In the early morning, beneath a cluster of twisted oaks
With glistening green leaves bejeweled in dew drops.
I saw them rise on a golden stream of morning light.
The fairy court, on the thinnest of delicate wings
They circled the trees and arose into the dawn
Flanked by golden dragonflies.
Or perhaps it was but the fluttering of tiny moths
Disturbed by my foot steps.
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Magic is all around us
if we open our eyes
And see the magic in the moment.
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