Peter Pan’s Neverland of Wendy, fairies, and dreams
What wonders fly neath those magical stars of themes
What child hasn’t wanted to fly to dreams of adventure
Paint me invisible, dreams of love past cruel winter
Love never grows-up does it; nor should I dare say
Yet many might relish leaving parents, likely I shall stay
Besides fairies, you’ll need angel-dust to be able to fly
Every time someone loses love, another dream-heart dies
Hook’s mix of hate, jealousy, and failure worded it’s evil
Now the test for true-love comes, after the night, to revel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, a credit to you.