The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl

The Magic

Dedicated to Smallerworlds, who writes some AWESOME poetry! Go check it out!

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Do not tell me what the clouds are made of;

Instead, let me believe they are the beds of the angels, and let me wave to them as we drive by.

 

Do not tell me what the water is made of;

Instead, let me believe it is the tears of the heavens, crying with me when I am alone.

 

And do not tell me why the fire burns;

Instead, let me believe that it is the truest and most beautiful of the love affairs, that burns only between the mother of the Earth, and the air;

 

Don’t tell me the reasons. Don’t tell me the why’s. Just let me dwell in my wonder.

 

Just let me believe in the magic.