At times, I see the world through a colorless haze,
No spark in the sky, no wonder to praise.
Each day is a shadow, each moment the same—
No flicker of beauty, no whisper of flame.
But then something shifts, a sliver of light,
A breath in the stillness, a star in the night.
Magic appears in the simplest of things—
Even walking or talking -
what joy it brings.
The world is different, though it's the same,
The enchantment is unlocked for me to see again.
The enchantment is unlocked for me to see again.
It's magic - pure, unbroken magic.
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