Succulent fruit becomes frosted,
Ambrosial flowers close,
Ivory clouds sweep across the starry skyline,
Night falls over the blossoming botanic garden.
Now is the hour when secrets come alive
When mystical creatures come out to rejoice
For it is time!
Fairies flirt with the luscious land,
Pixies prance on magical mushrooms while
Elves enchant with mischievous manner and
Mermaids maneuver through the luxurious lagoon;
All is right in the spellbound woodland.
Oak trees masquerade with the alluring cherry trees,
Cattails harmonize with the tantalizing water lilies;
Never is there a night with the same old song and dance.
As the sun is reintroduced
Play time is fulfilled.
A night of cirque is crowned.
The preposterous is possible
Believe!
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Hey megan my names tyler. its funny that u mentioned that u like boys that wear girls pants and that u like boys that rock. im bringing that up because i am a boy that sometimes wears tight jeans, and im in a band... so ya... i really like your poetry and i think that thoes poems that u wrote would probly be able to win some contests. so comment back my blog ttyl
i love this! it's so you... fairies, mermaids... it takes me back to my childhood. i wish i could be a fairy.
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