This poem needs you! Like a game you and I play, dear reader, where you take an active role in creating the story, based on clues, hints and innuendos that I, as writer, give you.
This is the joy of minimalist poetry :)
magical
magical
we are transforming
these games we play
for my heart
magical
we circle around like hurricanes
all of your secrets
magical
the substance of our souls
magical
How do you feel, having read the poem?
Can you picture the scene, and the emotion in these lines?
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