The wonder that is you,


It is a wonder to me.

I, who was never elegant,

Never swan like – like you,

Who swim still in the rivers of my head,

Silently, soundlessly

Through the waters of turbulence of my own making.

Yet make not a sound.

Magic. You are like what magic is to me.

An illusion made beautifully unreal.


Just like that.

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