Skip to main content
Like
Create new Glog
previous
next
Email share
21 views | 1 likes | 0 reposts
Tell me you don’t believe in magic when you see the stars twinkling in a clear sky. Or the sun as it rises in midwinter. Or when the waves crash on the shore of a forgotten beach.
The magic of a story isn’t in the binding or the print, But in the words of the writer and the mind of the reader. The magic of a play in the acting. The magic of a poem in the rhyme.
Tell me you don’t believe in magic when an author writes a book. Or a poet writes a poem. Or a playwright creates a drama. A comedy. A history. A tragedy.
Tell me there is no magic in our hearts, our minds, our memories.?
You think the world is black and white. science vs. magic
In full-blown Technicolor.
But it’s not. It never was.
It’s all of the colours of the rainbow. . .
Magic . . .
