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PINK FANTASY
I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees.
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
Love ya!
Jane
Regis
of your more fearful poems. In fact,
I like this a lot. Dreams are very
powerful images from spirit, and
your angel must have sent this one
to bless your sleeping head.