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Jun 2015
I often dream of a magical land
Where the beaches rolled with sparkling sand
The waters a calm clear diamond blue
The sky always filled with magnificent hues
The forests are thick with dancing trees
Enchanted creatures roam wild and free
When dark, the faerie lights come from the thickets
Illuminating the night’s peace and quiet
Occasionally the feared predator comes
Searching for prey, not one but some
They all would run to scatter and hide
Waiting for the time to pass aside
By morning the light creeps in again
And one by one, they’d leave their dens
To sing the bird’s early morning song
The days seem short even when they’re long
For there, in the land of dreams where dreams come true
It’s there that the old seem bright and new

But I wake up in the reality of morning here
In the world of sorrow and acid tears
Where the waters flow with filth and dirt
And every day more innocents get wrongly hurt
All the flowers are dead, deprived of sun
No living colours left, not even one
The streets are filled with frightened ghosts
Shadows slumped against burnt-out lampposts
I trudge along through the lifeless parades
Cowering in the safety of my shade
Walking home alone to lie in bed
Wondering what it would be like to be there instead
And there, in the land of fantastical dreams
Where the waters and skies all magically gleam
There, even though it’s not the truth
At least I can live in merry youth
Liis Belle
Written by
Liis Belle  London, England
(London, England)   
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