Magician Poem

The Magician's Spell

In the still of the night,

when the moon is high,

A magician whispers a soft lullaby,

With a wave of his hand and a flick of his wrist

He conjures a world where shadows twist

Cards appear from the thin airs grace,

Coins dance and vanish without a trace,

Rabbits leap from an empty hat,

And doves take flight?imagine that!

His eyes gleam with a mystic light,

Turning the ordinary into pure delight,

With every word, a secret untold,

As silk becomes roses, and straw turns to gold.

He bends reality, reshapes the day,

In the palm of his hand, where wonders play,

For a magician knows, in every heart,

Lies the true magic, the truest art.

So as the curtain falls and the audience sighs,

Remember the wonder that never dies,

For in the world of a magicians spell

Theres always more than the eye can tell.

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