It could be magical land,
the midsummer breeze came
through to the whisky
closet, the trees has been flown
gracefully but charm,
beaches were sounded like the
light and heavy waves of
goodness, the mountain was
even younger, the brighter
of a sunlight and sunshine
on the fairy tale sky, the
Mermaid swam so easily, onto
the old creek closet bunch
of cupids whom fly of love
and warmhearted romance in
earth, its called the fairy
tale kingdom, one and two
couples whom open the
closet, they stepped in
wonderfully, the boy the girl who
capture the dream become
as magic, they've saw many
fairies in their moonshine
and moonlight eyes of fateful
moment, all those couples
to see the fountain of youthful
waterfalls to become
youngest of their sweet lives forever
and ever, the boy said to
his woman to be, what's in the
closet door, she said to
him, it was truly magic, he thought
this world can be ordinary
land, it was awesome
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-17-16
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