Magic Shoes
Shoes are magic,. Some are even pelagic,. Never, ever tragic,. Just sparkle and glitter red,. Take Toto back to bed,. Golden Magic Shoes with wings,. Help you reach up-high things,.
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Shoes are magic,. Some are even pelagic,. Never, ever tragic,. Just sparkle and glitter red,. Take Toto back to bed,. Golden Magic Shoes with wings,. Help you reach up-high things,.
When the day is over And you've let off all your steam Dinner, TV, time for bed To sleep, perchance to dream Dreams may come in any form Many allegories Any subject that you like Different...
Go to sleep little one 'for the Moon Man shows, Let the Sleep Dust take you in your warm bed clothes, Far away to a land where the Fairies Fly, And I'll wake you in the morning by and by.
Mustn't it feel so free to fly. To feel the cool breeze blowing onto your face. To see the world from a different view. To hear the sounds of the ever changing winds.
I wish I could fly. It seems impossible. No matter how hard I try. Sometimes I dream. I could glide in the sky. No worries in the world. Nothing, live free or die. Sing a song on my way. Flying north.
daydreaming our fears away, catching any imagination that's gone stray, moulding it together like clay, freeing our mind letting our thoughts play,. when I'm lost in a song,.
Hidden deep in the laundry basket, They'll never find me here. I'll hold my breath for ages, If the seekers come too near.
Once I saw my head teacher in the swimming baths, swimming in mushed up bananas and peas, and then the colour of the pool changed from 'yellowie~green' to purple-black?...... Gross......
Mr Tubbles, let's go up to bed. I've had my dinner and I'm well fed. As I trail up the stairs, you lag behind. You definitely are one of a kind. I hide under the covers as you perch on the end.
If I ruled the world, socks would be sold in threes. Because then that way, Nobody would have cold knees. If I ruled the world, Police would have space hoppers.
The Chronicals of Opussia. On One particular boring day in May. I wanted to find a new game to play. Scrolling through the app store. Searching and scanning for more and more.
I dreamt that time went astray, And gave me an extra day, What a curse of a gift, What a treasure to befit, How days pass un-wanted, Oh how I was daunted, Such plans came to fruit, As time stood so...
"You just can't beat that new book smell." "It entices you in before the story begins." She cannot resist the calling from her latest paperback. She misses the characters when she is not with them.
If I ever find the chance someday. I'll escape this world for good. Abandon it for skyward sights. I wish someday I could. I'd clamber up a ribbon of moonlight. As far as I could go.
If you think real big, about something real small, you might think of a person of 4 inches tall. This person you'll find, may have hair of sky blue. Or purple or green, any colour will do.
Take me to my place of dreams, This land where nothing's as it seems, Where truth is mixed with fantasy, And imagination is the key, Where, in a moment, places change, And things that happen may seem...
Last summer we stole the ocean, Kept it away in a jar. That way when we left the beach The memory wouldn't be far. We watched it swirl and crash around, For only our eyes to see.
Alone in the dark I don't have to be me, I can fly with the seagulls far out to sea, Or hunt with the eagles on mountains and moors, And lay with the driftwood on tropical shores.
Beyond the sea and far away. A small fantastic land. Idyllic, peaceful, beautiful. For those with words at hand. It's name is Opussia. And it's a secret world you see. Words are the admission price.
To be able to fly through the clouds. Soaring high above the ground. Looking down on the magnificent. World beneath your wings. The whistling wind rushes by. Yet only a serene hush can be heard.
In the land of the Daydreamer Nothing is impossible. Nothing is unheard of.
If flowers could natter And trees could talk, Would they say hello Or nothing at all. Would they tell us to pick them With heady perfume. Or shout 'No, leave us. You want us too soon!'.
It was dark. I was in a cave, scary red eyes looked at me. I didn't dare take a step forward into the pitch black cave, but suddenly something pushed me and then I couldn't see a thing. What was it.
My body heavy my mind muffled , my breath deep and slow , i feel my body sink into the depths of my mind , a soothing warmth surrounds me , i am now in the place , I've wanted to be most of the day ,...