Magic

by Charlotte Fennell aged 9

I touch soft, warm, crumbling sand
Like the feel of rosy red candy floss
A soft breeze spins by
Dancing subtle pirouettes

I see a golden fairy
Waving her yellow wand
Sitting on a rainbow
Looking down at an enchanted forest

The scent of apple blossom
Floats on the breeze
It is like
Hope, trust and forgiveness
Everywhere
Like the perfume of a
Perfect purple butterfly

I see a robin with a glowing red breast
Tweeting songs of comfort
Like the sound of glistening turquoise waves…

It could just be magic.

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