The Neighborhood
By navi01
A sparkling web of incidents Intertwined with dreams, Knotted winding avenues Linked by frisking streams... Magic talking briar trees Warding off my fears, Scarlet velvet butterflies Mopping up my tears... Peeping between branches: Cerulean dragon eyes; Flying horses hurtling Above clouds in the skies... Pixies between petal walls Of blooming daffodils, Clover charms and daisy chains And rolling down the hills... Flocks of friendly cycle sprites, My pink banana seat, Wheelies popped on old cement, Running in bare feet... Swaying from the monkey bars, Flying on the swings, Singing with the melodies Strung on faerie wings... Written April 15th, 2002 © on May 06 2002 12:21 AM PST spiritual
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