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We forget the magic.
It is a distant memory
of songs in the night
and music heard by few.
It is waiting:
Waiting for the right moment
Waiting for our awakening
Waiting…
Magic forgotten
is still a force.
We call it coincidence –
Circumstance –
Vibes –
But magic remains.
It casts balefires
in secret silence
and celebrates the seasons
in ancient rhythm.
Our magic is waiting
for us to remember
who we are. – Caroline A. Slee