On a warm mid summer eve
plans I began to conceive
Sitting where soft wind blows
a stream of gentle water flows
Close to a large oak tree
where my spirit can be free
Thinking along these lines
Another place another time
Where little people live and
dwell
wishing all of them well
Began to think I believe,
in little people I believe
A small fairy soon appeared
coming from out of nowhere
It was all very clear
I simply asked, 'what's my
name dear
Bramble Goblinfilter is
your name
come play our fairy game.
A wonderful poem, when the spirit is free the mind can wonder to where ever it wants to go.
Creation of a fairy in the fantasy land. A fairy name and a fair game. Beautiful imaginative poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful imagination, a wonderful write.