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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.’
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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