She sits on the bench,
By the moonlit lake,
Dreaming of imaginary things.
She dreams she is in a,
Moonlit meadow, filled with,
Small lavender flowers.
Fairies dance around her head,
Whispering to her of times long ago.
They tell her of a time,
Before men walked the earth.
They tell her the secrets,
Of the world, and then she awakes.
And somehow she knows,
That to some degree,
That most of her dreams are true.
So she goes to sleep,
And lets her moonlit dreams come true.
What do you think? Please be honest...
Comments
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i like it its very sweet
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thanks im glad you do cause i'm not that crazy about it.
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