The land of fantasy 💕
Millions of dots in beautiful colours as I lay in my bed when I was a child..
Trillions of magical shapes and sizes.. was this my imagination flowing wild ?
Yet I reminisce trying to touch them as they descended down to where I lay..
But try as I might, these mysterious, marvellous manifestations simply were not solid.. more’s the pity.. to my dismay..
Awe-inspired and sleepy eyed I raised my arms up in the air, wanting to catch what I espied..
My dazzling display that floated there.. tumbling down in midai..
I saw dot-to-dot dainty baskets full of flowers and fascination.. butterflies, birds, toys and my favourite fancies.. was this some kind of an amazing hallucination ?
My pillow was full of beautiful baskets all made up of billions of kaleidoscopic dots..
Yet where an earth did all these go to ? my never-ending mind’s eye spectacular spots..
Oh how I wish I was a child once more, to live in the land of fantasy..tho looking back I realise that this was just the darkness of the night bewitching me..
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Oh how I wish I was a child again too, Jill...hahaha. but the night tricks and bewitches us all. I forget who said "Childhood is the Kingdom where no one grows up..." but this reminded me of that quote, both fantastically sad...
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❤️💕❤️Thank you so much 🌹
wonderful poem as always!!!!!!
good morning jill!!!!!!!
Good morning Greg 🌹🌹🌹
Awww well I saw beautiful things in multi colours xx
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