via Mystical

 

Stardust lingers on innocent fingers,

A glittery gold to light the way.

There’s magic in the air,

Swirling and drifting,

Sticking on gloves and faces and hair.

Eyes turned toward the sky,

Watching, waiting,

Playing.

Laughter fills the night,

Cheery and youthful,

As the children prance about the yard.

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