My lllusion
Into this square box of
My illusion play
Honeysuckle vines roped
Into swings
Little fairies swinging
Plays their harps.
Fireflies’ stairs, halls
Of pink petals lanterns
Springs of crystals blue
Water fountains
My comfort place
So serene, my piece
Of serenity,
The smell of sweet
Honey,
Pillars of marshmallow
Fairy dust glitters
Fields and fields of
Green grass meadows
Littlie fairies playing
Swinging, singing
Cheerfully through the
Meadows
Colors of love
Into this square box
Of my Illusion..
Such radiance…..
Such ecstasy..
Into my illusion play
My illusion play
Honeysuckle vines roped
Into swings
Little fairies swinging
Plays their harps.
Fireflies’ stairs, halls
Of pink petals lanterns
Springs of crystals blue
Water fountains
My comfort place
So serene, my piece
Of serenity,
The smell of sweet
Honey,
Pillars of marshmallow
Fairy dust glitters
Fields and fields of
Green grass meadows
Littlie fairies playing
Swinging, singing
Cheerfully through the
Meadows
Colors of love
Into this square box
Of my Illusion..
Such radiance…..
Such ecstasy..
Into my illusion play
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