Magic.

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Stepping onto the grass bed,
Smelling fresh breath of moist air,
Sight of dew on those tender leaves,
The sounds of the swaying angels,
With green in every corner you see,
Long trees, wide branches,
Variety of flora on display,

Puff, went my tiredness,
zap, went away boredom,
Alakazam, Total happiness,

Magic!
Magic of green!

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The prompt this week over at writer’s island is Magic. This one is for a close friend, who loves green.

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27 responses »

  1. I can’t wait until everything turns green once again!

    Your poem brings out the magic in springtime which is a beautiful thing.

  2. I love green 🙂 Its a great relaxant. Felt as if I am standing in the midst of beautiful green valley feeling the cool breeze hearing the running water. Aaahh!!!

    Thanks Akshtata, now that was very too big a compliment 🙂
    -Rambler

  3. It’s a lovely poem. Summer is here and we’ve been spending a lot of time outdoors. I appreciate the lush green around us.

    Thanks Rach
    -Rambler

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