I found a magic bottle on the eve of a new year
Sitting quietly and gleaming like a dream that knows no fear
I begged the bottle's pardon but there is something I must ask
You've lost your stopper bottle how will your magic last?
I have no cork, I'm open, she answered quickly back
The magic pours into me then fills up every crack
It shines into and through me dear for all the world to see
As long as I am open the magic stays in me.
May your New Year and all the years to come be filled with magic and the belief n the potential we all carry inside as long as we stay open.
Kim
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