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B P Oct 2015
She is a landscape
Her eyes, filled with lakes
Her body is the rolling hills
Her hair, the grass and leaves
Her voice is the brush of wind
Her eyes, the dirt of flowerbeds

She is a landscape
But all she sees is destruction
She sees the pollution in the lakes
The bumps in the hills
The dying leaves of fall
The plainness of dirt
The sadness in the birds call

We look upon her
And see the beautiful landscape
But alas, her eyes are the dirt
And cannot see
What beauty is built around it.
Tamaira Johnson Aug 2014
people say
that magic is a great thing
something so rarely seen
it isn't known to exist.

however, I disagree.

magic is everywhere
it is seen in everything.

the dew glazed over the grass
the bright sunrise against a dying sky
waterfalls cascading down over rocks
the gentle breeze blowing a forest full of trees
the ocean roaring against a sandy beach
mountains bright against the  sky.

there is magic in EVERYTHING .

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