I sat here and I took
A very dusty, old torn book.
This is not a book of tragic tales,
But rather of magic fairy tales.
As I read next to me a fern unfurled
As I entered the realm of a magical, Imaginary world.
A place where fairies danced and turned,
A place where mermaids leapt,
And hermits kept,
Secrets of the Magical world
And with a jolt to the present I was brought back,
I told the affair to my friends but they denied the facts.
So now when I see ballerina’s twirl,
I was reminded once again of that magical world.
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