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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#897707 added November 16, 2016 at 8:50pm
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All That Magic!
Prompt: "Magic exists. Who can doubt it when there are rainbows and flowers and the music of the wind and the silence of the stars. Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of our lives." Nora Roberts
A beautiful quote. Write whatever you want about this.

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The quote says it better than I can, but I’ll add to it since it is the prompt for writing.

The dilemma of the existence of magic is not in questioning if magic exists but in the sense why anyone cannot find the magic that’s already there. Talking for myself, I see magic all the time.

I love looking at ordinary things and events and seeing the complex world full of magic and beauty. I can see the magic in what exists and in the potential of what might exist.

That potential is especially fascinating to me. It’s as if I explore places I will never get the chance to go to in reality, such as foggy forests, ghostly trees entangled with fear and mystery, that hauntingly beautiful full moon whose photo never does it justice, glimmering starts fighting the city lights, clouds piling on top on one another in different colors and shapes, and everything that is enchanting, eerie, and with huge fairytale eyes.

Then what about my first steaming cup of tea in the morning? That image after waking up from my relentless dreams is magic to me. Isn’t my tea's color steeped in transparency magical? What about its aroma, its taste? Things like these in my life make me believe that magic is in what I see, what I hold, what is around me, and what I can imagine or be inspired from just by observing life. After all, isn’t the fact that I have breathed for so many years a miracle, and isn't every breath any one of us takes a miracle? What about the touch of a friend, a child, a stranger, a lover? Aren’t these senses and feelings miraculous, enchanting, and charming?

To me, magic is something that enchants us. Our existence, in its essence, when we think about it, is enchanting, too. In fact, everything that is in creation is enchanting if we look carefully to see it. And if can look to see that magic, it may be possible for us to feel and hopefully sense the real magic behind all magic in everything, which is the creator hinting at his own existence through his creation.

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