This is the very 10th poem i ever wrote.
It is about magic and magicians.
I am a beginner magician myself
So here is the poem:

Deck of Cards

When the deck of  cards,
Is in the hands of,
The magician,
It enters a whole new world;

When the magician,
Has the deck of cards,
In it's hands,
The magician creates a whole new world;

Just a deck of cards,
Can take over all the worries of the magician;

Just a coin,
Just a hat,
Just a book,
Just a pen,
In a magician's hands,
They are magic;

Magic in a magician's hands,
Comes from imagination;

No words,
No gossips,
No talks,
Just magic is when a deck of cards,
Is in the magician's hands;

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This was the poem.
Feedback is appreciated