Magic - Poem by Mihai Cosmescu
The old ones told of magic;
now it's gone
and we are all that's left...
new people, flawn
by pragmatism, science
all that's 'true';
we boast with our defiance -
and still there's some among us
in what we call 'blasphemous'
their faith is all that matters,
all they knew;
and our belief... it shatters...
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