Wizardry
A torn canvas
where my heart
was supposed to be
Beating soundlessly
A cherished blessing
heavens gave to me
That I bleed love
On every hand that alights
to touch my ragged cavity
As I peer enchantedly
through the ever widening hole
I see countless stars
shining brightly
against my darkened soul
Lighting up the nights
like a million fireflies
My melancholy moments merge
to create a magical world!
© Manic Sylph 2016
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