When moonlight filters through the trees.
I sometimes hear sweet melodies.
Carried towards me on the breeze.
Music guaranteed to please.
It comes from where the fairies dance.
I'm not afraid to take a chance.
To follow it and steal a glance.
Which would do nothing but enhance.
My belief that fairies do exist.
A fact that others may resist.
Despite the legend that persist.
Although I am a realist.
And not some dreaming fantasist.
I claim to be a pragmatist.
Wednesday,15 February 2012.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this piece, and i smiled to a very beautiful opening When moonlight filters through the trees it so beautiful imagination you created in my mind...and later you jump into nice lines and melody rhymes, so beautiful as the meaning can reach me too.._Unwritten Soul