It flows through your very veins. It tingles at your fingertips, giving you this strange sense of power. And you actually like it.

It comes in many different shapes and sizes, the flow is strong but soft. A steady beat.

And, like liquid poetry, it glides into and out of you,

The thoughts unwinding, the ideas unfolding, the happiness engulfing, a raging fire of the soul. Let your spirit soar.

So much power you possess all to yourself. Let it blossom, let it grow.

Let it flower and glow.

It is a life-force; an ever-present energy of strength.

It is a secret, a heartsong whispered in your spirit.

It's the electricity of which keeps you alive.

it is what one feels when in love, its what one feels when happy, its what one feels as they gaze apon their new born child, this is what magic truely is

Magic can be found where you least expect it, you just have to know where to look.

Magic is in everything and everyone and in part is the inspiration, the imagination to start the seed or a story a poem or a song

It is in life if only we would see. It speaks to us daily, if only we would hear. It touches us every moment, if only we could feel. When you're happy, when you're sad, it is part of your soul.

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