Magic is still alive

There’s this poetry like magic when you swirl,
Deep inside you lies this heap of gorgeous chaos that I adore constantly.
While you fight with your own demons and
I try to ignite a spark within you.
I wish I can ever tell how beautifully I made you.
Still I say thou art thy own creating.
You wander, lost.
Despair breaks you,
Still you smile and sparkle with the glitter of glory.
There’s this poetry like magic when you swirl,
Deep inside you lies this heap of gorgeous chaos that I adore constantly.
Your magic world is not too far.
Believe….