Fairyland
Hand in hand,
We tiptoe through the grass.
Shoulder high, as it tickles our faces.
Our clothes,
Yellowed with fairy dust.
We duck.
Giggling,
As we a become invisible
In the green jungle.
Fairies and butterflies flutter by,
Daring us to catch them.
For hours we play,
In our magical fairyland,
That only we can see.
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