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Harriet Shea
Poems
Dec 2020
My Magic is Myself
My Magic is Myself
Never forget the warmth of
our own light, with love, peace
and harmony, that is our
magic.
Listening to heart music
how magical it can be, bringing
peace and answers to questions
we have pondered on without
a magical song.
No problems can live in
a mind filled with light and
song, it is truly magic.
Listen to those tunes that
make you happy, you'll
have no regrets.
When you do your work free
from stress, you'll be like a
bird set free from his
cage.
Find your magic, you
carry it every day, it just
waits to be found.
Born with magic, live
with magic, grow old with
magic passing it on
when you leave
this world in peace.
Magic appears always when
your searching, never give up what
you feel it is the true magic
living in your soul.
Listen to music and find
the miracle of magic in your
heart.
Magic always live in our
hearts souls, minds.
Majestically flowing from
within always.
YOUR MAGIC IS YOU!
© DerenaBree (All Rights Reserved)
Written by
Harriet Shea
80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)
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