Blueprint Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman
Blueprint
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Be it, and it happens; you call it magic.
And every magic is an art—the art of science.
Be a cause; see, the apple did not fall in vain.
What could happen to the salamanders if they
didn't receive sunlight?
No receptor, no vision.
In continuum, it has many
theories.
Sunday, April 26, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: magic
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