Magic
a fickle thing it is
thought as flashy, but untrue
And yet in my short life
I have seen the results
When true magic is performed
you will know,
for you know it in your heart
It is a rare art
bestowed upon those worthy
and those who have practiced their entire lives.
This true magic
I try to find it, to catch it
and yet it eludes me.
I can see it
it is just beyond my grasp
I try to reach for it
and it flees.
Sometimes my fingers brush against it
I can feel the magic
see it
taste its sweet rewards
this magic that I have only scratched the surface of
I see it
I have performed True Magic
and yet
I cannot do it once more
I grasp at it briefly
before it flies free
away from my hands
Into the grasp of those familiar with it
those who know how to catch it.
While all I can do is watch
and try to learn the art
of catching and performing this
True Magic.
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