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Hour of Magic

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

The hour of magic when two worlds meet

Half dreaming, still asleep, almost awake

Alerted by a voice before daybreak

Like one who sleepwalks weaving on her feet.

I have a pen, the rest is mystery

Pieces have not begun to fall in place.

With what intention do I fill the space?

After thinking my finger strikes a key

First letter of the word in my mind’s eye

And followed by the next. To get it right

Allow me in the dark a little light.

Choosing one then another will reply

A fit companion after being found

Seeking the next and last to form a line.

There is more to discover in this mine

More to surface still buried underground.s

 
 
 

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