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My Illusion
Contributed by
candysears
on
Saturday, 27th May 2006 @ 09:04:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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Into this square box of
My illusion play
Honeysuckle vines roped
Into swings,
Little fairies swinging
Plays their harps..
Fireflies’ stairs, halls
Of pink petals lanterns
Springs of crystals blue
Water fountains
My comfort place
So serene, my piece
Of serenity,
The smell of sweet
Honey,
Pillars of marshmallow
Fairy dust glitters
Fields and fields of
Green grass meadows
Littlie fairies playing
Swinging, singing
Cheerfully through the
Meadows
Colors of love
Into this square box
Of my Illusion..
Such radiance…..
Such ecstasy
Copyright ©
candysears
... [
2006-05-27 21:04:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Illusion
(User Rating: 1 ) by Countrytennis on
Sunday, 28th May 2006 @ 09:19:25 AM AEST (User
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This was a fun little poem to read. I sometimes dream of places like this. Go into a fairy world where things are always fun and makebelieve. Like dreams.
Love the description and wording. Nicely done. |
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Re: My Illusion
(User Rating: 1 ) by ever1der on
Sunday, 28th May 2006 @ 03:02:26 PM AEST (User
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this put me in a special place. |
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Re: My Illusion
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 9th August 2006 @ 10:38:40 PM AEST (User
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What does one call this if not a masterpeice?
that pleasantly intrudes upon one's own heart
and evokes a feeling of love and excitement
and yet is it not the same as the illusion. a
splendid poetec painting with beauty, that
needs no interpetation, merely appreciation.
Ben |
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