Gone Magic


Magical moments they come and go. Just as a song has its flow. A rhythm one sings a long a certain time over and over. All of the sudden the rythm keeps repeating itself too many times.
Gone magic.

Magical moments they come and go. First a scent, then a sensation, one turns around. The smell keeps hunting us- until someone passes us on the street- it returns. And then it is gone again.
Gone magic.

Magical moments they come and go. A smile, a look, a voice. Giving and getting. Mis-understanding the moment.
Gone magic