The magic is gone
The lights, the sparks
The dazzling burst of stars
The exhilarating excitement from whispered spells
Have all fizzled
Like smoke
Curling into nothingness
Leaving a faint smell of regret
A tear drop falls
Crystals shattered into
Tiny little pieces
zarahG 8.3.21
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