Tired eyes...
Unicorns glide through the shadows
Pegasus runs through the sky
It’s time to dream of the fantasy,
fill yourself with the magic of nowhere, everywhere.
Elven laughter sings
Fairies whisper to the wind
Leprechauns polish the sun
Wizards speak enchanted words with the trees
Dragons laugh with the rain
An enchanted forest buzzing with life,
lost yet not forgotten,
another Ogre slips into unconsciousness.
It’s time to dream of the fantasy,
fill yourself with the magic of nowhere, everywhere.
Fantasy land not far away,
just behind tired eyes.
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