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[bodytext] => I lay awake , the air was still, the clock went tick then tock Then in the silence, on my door, i heard a gentle knock The door swung slowly open, revealed a wondrous sight A fairy in such splendour, dressed in a cloak of white She beckoned me to join her, she held my hand so tight Up in the air we floated, and flew into the night A multitude of little folk were waiting in the sky They cheered and clapped so happily, as we went flying by We came upon a silver lake, with lilies all around and as we landed near this place, we heard a lovely sound A choir of song birds sang to us, a melody so sweet And baby rabbits skipped and jumped and played around our feet Fireflies were dancing bright with gliding dragonflies A vision of such beauty flying right before my eyes My heart felt such tranquility, my spirit was at rest I was so proud to be there as their special human guest The fairy in her cloak of white, told me the time had come We flew back in a second to the place we had begun She told me then to close my eyes, a spell she had to make I opened them, back in my bed, and I was wide awake Now if I listen carefully, each night as I lay there I hear the sound of songbirds,singing near, without a care The sound is soft and soothing, so mellow and so sweet I smile , then slowly close my eyes,just drift off back to sleep [comments] => 4 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 40 [informant] => gwenevere [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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