The Magician Poem by Anand Shankar

The Magician



With an outburst, he rushed
Tears gushed
His tiny feet
Cover as much ground they could
As he rammed onto her breasts
And glided into her lap
She lifts his face up
wiping his tears, she smiles
Eyes talk to one another
And he smiles too
Peace was met
The magic was done.

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