Magic

Sipping serenity from the leaves of promise
Careful not to drip a drop
Of the sweet morning dew
That swears to grant her magic.
Her hands do not sparkle,
And her eyes do not glimmer,
Nor does her hair stand on end.
Instead, she raises her chin
Looks toward the sunrise
And accepts that all the magic is within.

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