Harry Potter 20
20 years
ago, magic was born.
A lightning
bolt on his forehead,
Round
glasses sheltering wisdom,
Love as the
invincible shield
Against the
dark and the mean.
Friendship,
the dearest gift;
Choosing,
the key to your fate;
Magic, the
legacy from his kins;
Studying,
the way to trascend.
Generations
started to read,
To fly on
brooms and play quidditch.
Young and
old fell under the spell,
Of words on
a napkin by an old pen.
Long live
J.K.'s grand creation,
Long live
the magic of imagination!
26 April
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