My parents warned me about magic; dangerous overwhelming magic .
But what if magic was a child living in the heart of an old man, so innocent yet so wise?
What if magic was sorrowful eyes that never lost there spark?
What if magic was free love, transforming broken hearts to safe and sound state of vitality ?
Isn't it fair to get safely mesmerized by magic in this case ?
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
