Magic Poem by Tom Wolfe

Magic



And who shall say—
Whatever disenchantment follows—
That we ever forget magic,
Or that we can ever betray,
On this leaden earth,
The apple-tree, the singing,
And the gold?

Saturday, April 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: magic
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