Loss of magic
Once windows remained on cloud nine,
The sound of cracks, looked addictive as wine.
Windows now remains nostalgic,
Because of the disappearance of magic.
The euphoric ground,
Appeased of feet producing soft sound.
Dried up without small heights,
Want to feel again the sprites.
Why this envy?
Screens seizing; where they were happy.
That life is awaited,
Magic is to be completed.