Magic Is Seen Poem by Clara Diskley

Obsure magic is known to some
To some magic is the most incredible thing that will
ever cross by their very eyes
Others don't believe in it and say that it's nonsense
I see magic without any doubt and am eager to
know why
Anxious to know the reason behind of all of this
No clues to count back to, it naturally happens
Magic is seen in my eyes
Preposterous mysteries that I will never understand
Unusual tricks on my mind are casting me in a illusion
Charms in its magic are found curious to me
I'm interested in how to find why this bizarre thing comes
by me
Surprising, crazy, and irrational and I still love it anyway
Striking conceptions are cryptic and are specified
Magic is a beloved out of the ordinary thing that I've learned
happens in uncertain ways