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Guest Poems > Marisela W.

Is the total of the night
Except for the moon and the stars
Except for the orange glow from street lamps and houses

Is the total of the day
Except for the shadows and thick forest bushes
Except for the closed doors and shaded windows.

There is no equation for love
Or magic
Or mysteries the world and beyond the horizon.
There is no explanation of why.. of what
When life is merely life
And doing is done for the movement.
Please let those things be
Please love for loving
Please let magic be magical
And let childhood be childhood
‘Till the child is no longer self-proclaimed a child.

© 2000 Marisela W.
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