wanderingsA Poem by scribe?
leprechauns beneath the mushrooms in my garden
they weave their bows of rain among the flowers there are birds and bees as butterflies ride the breeze i watch as nature comes to life with grace and ease at night i listen to the twilight twinkle and praise the moon for lighting paths that in the dark would be lost without her follow me through a wood full of fairy magic spells come upon a patch of flowers reaching for the sun i'm reminded of a girl i often journeyed to and from a warm wind rustles leaves in trees blowing fears away and lifting doubts up and out of hearts and minds this story's just begun i care not where it starts only that i find her waiting for me within this forest that is my soul snow is falling only one flake do i see it is falling through the air as if its dancing just with me no words are spoken though there us so much to hear and see and touch and taste in this world i think i'll stay what i think i could find in this place: happiness
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Added on May 10, 2012 Last Updated on May 10, 2012 Author
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