Magic

Not many people believe in magic,

but it is always there,

like a mere silver lining.

or a brush of paint across a

ragged,

bumpy,

white canvas.

When one good word can make someone smile,

that is magic.

When a dog loves there person more than themself,

 when a mother gives birth,

when war is stopped by peace,

that is the real magic

in

this 

world.

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