Mountains

-What is magic?
-When you were standing on top of the mountain
and looked around.
You saw a tiny village,
clouds were crossing the huge amber field.
Blue sky above with half hidden sun.
A soothing breeze,
was playing with lost kite.
And above all you experience a silence.
You were at peace.
Then a thought flashed!
That you have been always a part of the mountain!
Always!
The realization was so strong,
that tears rolled down with joy.
And you felt magic. A real magic.

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