Where Magic Lives.

It lingers where the moonlight bends, in whispered dreams the twilight sends. A shimmer caught in candle flame, a shadow dancing with no name. It hums beneath a child’s stare, in every wish flung through the air. It’s not in tricks or grand displays— but breathes in soft, enchanted ways. In quiet hearts, in pages turned, in stars that fall and fires that burn, it weaves its thread through all we do— for magic lives where we believe it true. ~Frozenova.