I'll see you...
Houses of glasses and yards of stones,
a secluded place from ages unknown,
cold as snow in the winter falling down,
a place where warmth has never stood the ground,
Heart wants more as the summer comes by,
flowers in spring with sky-blue sky,
a soulful spirit of forest singing songs,
and dew drops whispering the seasons came along,
A night sky adorned in moon lit stars,
rustling leaves hiding long lost scars,
a place by the lake where the fairies roam,
to live and to stay on the wishing stone,
Called upon the wish by the shooting star,
a wish that travels to the oceans far,
where lands of fairies and forests meet,
there I’ll see you somewhere on the street…
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