I Am The Magic Of This World

I am a secret whispered in the night
I am the lie told in the bright light
I am a story passed on from your lips
I am on paper, written in drips.

I have a power, a magic of sort
No matter my length; long or short
I make you dream, I make you think
My magic frozen on pages in ink

I have survived thousands of years
Ever changing, as I fall on new ears
I get forgotten, slurred and invented
My meanings and spellings always amended

No matter when, future or past
I will always be there, no need to ask
You hold me in the palm of your hands
Harnessing my power: finding new lands.

The End

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