I had a fairyride.
Against the ark
Splashed the shimmery tide
And made its way in the dark.
The fairy pointed
And dusted the black curtain
With stars all gilded.
That I was certain
Another wave,
She sketched out objects
To which they gave
no conflicts.
Drowned was I
In glamourous fairyland.
Unaware of what meets the eye –
Something I must tend.
Tend to what was left behind,
No fairy can lend their potion
‘cause none would bind
with the emotion.
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