Strange Magic

by reginadee2014

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Strange Magic

Regina Puckett

There’s strange magic in the air

Invisible fingers caressing my hair

Whisperings and murmurings tease

Like tiny, persistent honey bees

Come with me and join in the fun

While others walk, we will run

Toward that great unknown

We’ll fly where no else has flown

We’ll sing words to an unwritten song

We’ll be exactly where we really belong

There in the curve of each other’s arms

Falling under the strange magic’s charms