Whimsical

Whimsical

A Poem by Shawna
"

I need this place to comfort me sometimes.

"

Colors in the crisp air,

little fairies in my hair.

Floral scents align my nose,

I'm in a place that no one else can go.

Trees light up in the open sky,

little fuzzy animals go running by.

Glitter falls down on me like rain,

And in this place, there is never pain.

The wind is cool and the sun is not too hot,

there are only blossoms here, more beautiful than not.

It's a secret garden with a forrest floor,

it's everything you could have dreamed of and so much more.

Butterflies go dancing by, morning dew on their wings.

There are no prisoners here, we are all queens and kings.

Soft, dainty moss, trailing down the limbs.

Little buzzing bees singing their sweet hymns.

Leave me here, I never want to go.

This beauty amazes me and I love it so.

© 2012 Shawna


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Nice poem, really good rhyme ,,,kip on write

Posted 11 Years Ago


Shawna

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much.
"in a place that no one else can go" Don't be TOO certain...I think I live there sometimes...in dreams at least! (smile) This was lovely!



Posted 11 Years Ago


Fabian G. Franklin

11 Years Ago

AHA...I JUST NOTICED THIS WAS ADDED ON MY BIRTHDAY! I KNEW IT! lol
Shawna

11 Years Ago

Lol well Happy Belated Birthday to you!
Fabian G. Franklin

11 Years Ago

" I am old, I am old, I will wear my trousers rolled" T.S. Eliot
Thank you.

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Added on December 19, 2012
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Tags: poetry, dance, song, whimsical, fairy, butterflies

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