fairytales (day 95)

i pass a house on my walk
so quaint and full of bliss
i wonder if asleep inside
princesses await love’s true kiss

outside, i spy a baby’s bed
where purple flowers bloom
enchanted place for fairy play
a magical bedroom

as a child, i built them homes
nestled under groves of trees
from moss, leaves and berries ripe
imaginings set them free

now these days are long since past
life is busy; so much to do
i keep some magic in my heart
for the dreams i still pursue


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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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