Magical Folks
With a step and a stumble and a kick of the heels,
My mind launches from the peak of the hill,
And I fly high through the clouds, without any wings,
With no idea, no plan and no skill,
Still my mind is relaxed, a paper boat that’s afloat,
Gently floating away down the stream,
Reflecting the shades of the fairies at night,
Reflecting the beautiful dream,
Of mushrooms lit bright with the light of the night,
By the tint that comes from the moon,
And they sway and dance with the magical folks,
Who create the colourful tune,
With a step I am swept away from this world,
Away to a place far and deep,
Every night when I lay to leave this cruel world,
And dream through the night in my sleep.
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