When we think of magic
It often needs a prop
A mystical wand, a catchy phrase
Or someone in a cloak
We learn that magic is not real
It is a parlor trick
Practiced by charlatans
For financial or political game
A world of science has shut magic out
For physics says it does not compute
And religion only allows for a distant magician
For humans are themselves only wretched sinners
They do not know that magic is not an equation
Needing to be solved and understood
Nor is magic a desperate prayer
Waiting for an answer from above, or not
Magic is a kiss that gladdens a person’s heart
A gentle touch that reassures that one is not alone
A smile that lightens a day of darkness
Giving strength so a soul can carry on
Magic is a smile that lasts the day
A song of joy
A glimpse of colour
And it is all real
Abracadabra!
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