Magic Poem by kendall thomas
Magic
being born
is magic
dying
is magic, too
we are like
the bunny rabbit
that a magician
makes disappear
with the wave
of a hand
that
is
magic
over us
a phantom
waves its hand
and we disappear
that
is
magic
but there
is no
applause
only silence
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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5/4/2024 11:30:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Then hear this, my hands clapping, breaking the silence.