Tired Dreams Trimeric

Tired dreams weigh on fairy wings, the pixie dust needs a recharge; Sparkles stir and mix solitarily a spell woven with imagination; The pixie dust needs a recharge, magic gains strength in times of calm; No longer weary the power grows; Sparkles stir and mix solitarily letting everything heavy go; She floats as she flies on pointe; A spell woven with imagination her head in her hands a feather; Simply said ‘There is no impossible.’