Where does magic live ?

Where does magic live?

Suspended, on a swing.

In sunlight, moonlight.

In dusty books and a light switch.

In the first bite, first sip, first kiss.

In open fields, water, crossy roads and ditches.

In stretched out lungs, held up by wind

I take life too seriously

When in the end, magic lives

Suspended, on a swing

Perhaps a hidden dream,


What’s already in.

written by me, your muse-fairy.

Love you!

E. xo