The words appear on the paper <br />Its magic. <br />The magic has the power to heal my soul. <br />It can cover up the scars that time has left. <br />Sentences float down from my mind <br />And find a spot on the paper. <br />Because poetry is magic. <br />Poetry is love. <br />As letters form words and words form lines <br />And the lines form stanzas, <br />The magic works. <br />The magic heals my soul. <br />The magic is poetry.<br /><br />Kylee Bartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-187/
