What is magic? Super power? Or in winter growing flower? Maybe strength to fly like birds, Maybe live like there`s no curse, Healing people with your arms, Making wonderful from dust. We`re magicians ourselves. Life is magic! Won`t confess? Every day and every minute – Gifts that can not be forbidden. After giving up we shine, After angriness we smile. We can laugh out loud like nuts, Hardest days forget at once. Seeing beauty in wretchedness, Digging joy from people`s sadness. Dare say there is no magic? Dear friend, you are fantastic! © Лилия Венгура
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