Magic

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Creativity took from my heart some blood

Thus, my Pen started to bleed

The beauty of my words shines, thee

Traces the lines of magic to me

At the moment I start writing

My pen drops ink like the river in the ocean

Colors of ecstasy flow from my core staining

In the papers, that the world recognizes imagination

My words from the moon I feel them tracing the lines

In the moon I have landed my mind

Form the moon my thoughts lighten.

I have been disappointed, I knew sorrow

Yet, My pen injured my profound pain

In real, persons tell their stories and leave

By writing, I can live the story over again

I sweep the memories in a Brilliant dream

I write, I breath, I gleam words of heaven

Talking about Love, I warmly recite some story

And that would stop the reader’s exhale no soon

Readers, strong minds,ignorants of life

The writings are the opium of their passion

Always excited to flow the pages over

they are the drugs that make the mind insane

irresistible, always, the influence of the sense

Its lovely sense would never stick in prison

But, The Bright will be reflected inside noble souls

And this reflection is the pursuit of their readings

I always Dream and Dreams are my reason to stay constant

No matter, things in this life happen

Dreams are My Strength to carry a pen and write

This is Magic, This writing, This is the silent conversations between minds in a world full of noise.

Written by - Iman Fede