David Pyrs

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Where is the magic village Poem by David Pyrs


From the sunrise in the morning, to the stars during the entire
night…there you are love, always in my mind. I yearn for you all
day long, and this becomes every second strong and strong.

I often feel, just leaving this all here to be, and come and find you,
so I can be with thee.
Never before have I felt this so strong. But above all, so pure and sure.

Even now as I sit here and write you, all my every being wants is
to have you next to me – Look into your eyes and get lost in the
magic held by thee.

This feeling does drive me crazy. But at the same time I know that
somewhere in the magic village you are waiting for me.

And that gives me the strength to pursue my Odyssey.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Topic of this poem: magic


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