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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