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Touched by Magic of a Different Sort
Not all enchantments blaze with fire,
Nor bend the stars to one’s desire;
Some whisper soft in humbler guise—
A quiet spell beneath the skies.
No ancient runes, no mystic art,
Yet still it stirs the guarded heart;
A subtle shift, a gentle gleam,
As life steps nearer to a dream.
It lives in moments undefined,
In fleeting sparks the soul may find—
A stranger’s kindness, loosely thrown,
A truth you thought was never known.
It hums within a tender glance,
A courage born of circumstance;
A laughter shared, a burden eased,
A simple act that leaves you pleased.
Such magic does not seek applause,
It works through ordinary laws;
Yet changes more than sigils wrought,
For it is crafted out of thought.
So treasure well this quiet force,
Unmapped by spellbook or by course;
For those who walk life’s winding court
Are often touched by magic—
Of a different sort.