There was time when I was a girl,
Laden with lace and bright golden curls.
I danced on the grass
And felt the winds pass
As I fell to the ground in silence.
I would look to the sky and think to myself
What a faerie would like... maybe an elf?
When the sun touched me gently upon the face
I would lie in the grass, in my favorite place
Among the flowers and bees.
Sometimes I thought I could see
The bright and playful faeries
Dancing and prancing along the trees!
Rhiannon can be see with them, I thought.
And this, my dear friend, I thought quite a lot!
Her hair was like mine and her skin so fair,
She was like a daisy and none could compare.
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The Dying Poet's Dream
PoetryGo on an adventure with me through words, landscapes, and dreams. Sail beyond your landscapes and follow your own compass to the beat of your own drum. Follow me through the woods and adventure to the great beyond.