Poem: Sparks of Magic

In chocolate rivers,
In meadows of coffee,
And in hills of tea,
Dreams swirl around,
Beckoning forth spirits,
And whispers of worlds,
That we yearn for yet cannot see.

At holidays and high days,
We connect to the realm,
Of the ethereal and intangible,
Of the past and that which is to come.

With sunshine and candlelight,
With the chime of bells,
And the crackling of fire,
We gather and share,
Warm wishes and sparks of magic,
Thrust into the air.

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