The Magic In My Hands

There is magic in my hands
A glittering pen more magical than wand
It weaves myriad, fantastic stories
Acclaimed, applauded, crowned with lasting glory.

There is magic in my hands
A golden pen more precious than castle grand
It builds hope in the sky where hearts ascended
Strong, unwavering, solidly founded.


There is magic in my hands
A pen that casts warmth better than the sun
It instills love in the core of man
Always jolly and merry, scarcely ever wan.

There is magic in my hands
A pen that races faster than cars of finest brand
It crosses all roads of pain and happiness
Filled up with words of unblemished loveliness.

There is magic in my hands
A pen that draws a world fairer than wonderland
It reveals the earth’s face none dares unfold
A magic that brings joy to young and old.

by Geraldine Fernandez

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