Like a ghost she came in the night,
Like a fairy from a book she seemed.
For a second I thought of pinching myself,
To find out whether or not it was a dream.
"Dear little child", she said to me,
"Will you accompany me to my fantasy land?"
"Of course I will!", I exclaimed with joy,
I got out of bed and she held my hand.
On her pink and purple unicorn,
We flew high.
Into the rainbow, over the clouds,
And up and up into the sky.
We finally reached the fairy's home,
Looked like I jumped into a fairy tale.
Jumped off the unicorn, she grabbed my hand,
And showed me the way, a stony trail.
It was nothing like I could ever imagine,
Nothing like I had ever seen.
I just kept crossing my fingers,
Hoping it wasn't a dream.
Warning, I wrote this when I was younger... Ok?!
~!~Diana
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PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
