Can Fantasy Be Real
Near a grove …just ahead of me
This dream of a figure stood,
With whimsy, ribbon-tinted wands
And gown of crimson hue--
She was the sweet reverie of
That gentle forest view:
Was imagination part of this?
But she had been there --
That maiden fey with a bronze crown
And garlands in her hair.
It can't be hallucination
'Feed your visualization'...Grandma said;
So, the child in me on springtime eve--
Knew that woodland fairies hide
Only from those who don't believe.
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