Magic Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

Magic



Magic moves the air
Now and then;
It is
The magic of words
That is soft and quiet
And
The magic of deeds,
True and direct,
Only in my dreams
That survive the nights,
Far away from the sun,
Capped
In coloured glass bottles
Buried in the sand
Besides
A deep blue lake.

Thursday, October 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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