The Magical Days Poem by Paola Degli Esposti
The Magical Days
The magical days, the magical sense of beauty. The magical days, they fly away,
in a brick of a wall, in a frame of a picture, in a shot of despair, in a tune or a whisper,
it vanishes, it fades away, that vibe of magic,
inevitably, the beat goes on. The clock strikes hours, and we appear differently to the others.
Those magical days move one everything on Earth.
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