Why can’t there be fairytales
With butterflies on silver sails
From wishes in the shadows of the moon
Nestled in the hue of its festoon
Where unicorns run wild and free
And dreams are just what they should be
Vast, as the fields that trim the sky
On wings of an eternity to fly
where snowflakes fall from wishful stars
with fairy dust as red as mars
sprinkled in the winds that shape the clouds
Every little fantasy out loud
A tapestry to be displayed
On walls of houses firmly made
From cornerstones of stories old and new
Why can’t every fairytale come true?
Deo Volente
January 3, 2009
2 comments:
Could we also throw in something about it raining Cafe Rio on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and ice cream sundaes on Mondays?
Now THAT would be a dream come true.
Teachingfourth: I can hardly stop laughing...( I like the way you think)
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