Thursday, August 25, 2016

A Poem: Eyes of Magic

They sit, looking
I stare, trying not to let them see my wonderment
I guide
They lead
I place
The build
I listen
They speak

A blank surface
filled with their skill
their ideas
their ownership

I observe
merely to learn
from the mystery behind their eyes
only they
know the answers

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