Magic - Poem by Phil Soar
Where would you take me if you could?
Somewhere weird and wonderful
A lake, a barn, a wood
A wind-swept moor,
An un-locked door
To somewhere mystical
Where Magician's make their tricks play with the senses
And taking me there is your own way of showing me your own magic.
Your mind, your sensuality,
Your heart, your casual serenity,
I'd fall in love amongst your mystery,
And walk in clouds whilst loving you.
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