It felt so right,
Nothing prepared her for the brutally prolonged night,
Pure magic,
On its way to the painfully tragic,
The irresistibly inviting cruise,
Left her with such a terrible bruise,
Magic can be fleeting,
Leave you unconsciously tweeting,
Then leave you feeling so fake,
Consumed like a birthday cake,
Confused in the wake,
Of the magical deceptive blindness,
Teaching at a heavy price that purely magic is not sustainable for very long,
Let your magic be grounded in some reality,
Even though any reality robs pure magic of what it intrinsically is,
There is not another way to make it sustainable.
Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary
Let your magic be grounded in some reality,
Even though any reality robs pure magic of what it intrinsically is,
There is not another way to make it sustainable.
Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary
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