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Last night, I went to the house down the block.
The house with the red door, blue roof, and an odd-looking clock.
There, 136 wing flaps past the window of the 2nd floor,
You’ll see a girl, turning, tossing, and sleeping some more.
My small body flew above the bed and her entirety.
I didn’t think I’d come back to see her, but I need to watch closely.
I flew to her night stand, settling behind a stuffed puffin,
And watched the clock strike 12 waiting for magic to begin.
Not quite long, a cloud of shimmering dust formed above her head.
It glimmered and glowed then scenes and pictures were created.
It’s a dream! I flapped my wings at the sight.
What a wonderful happening, right?
You see, I collect them. The dreams.
Each night, I roam to collect glimmers by all means.
I put them in a jar I carry,
And I place them at home for I’m a fairy.
This one special girl which I am with tonight,
Creates dreams that are very bright!
But the glimmering lights of her dream above her head,
Shows how the incident of last night led.
She saw me, a little fairy fly out her window.
She couldn’t forget so it became her dream.
I was not sure that I was caught,
But this confirms all my thoughts.
It is true. She saw me.
That’s why tonight I will collect her memories.
As I come close, shivers run down my body.
It was a frightening dream to see.
For I cannot be seen or I’ll be in jeopardy.
I open my jar, hovering above her body.
I collected her dream, ending its story.
Sorry little girl, you cannot know we exist.
In this world, fairies must stay as myths.
Literary: A Fairy's Secret
Last night, I went to the house down the block.
The house with the red door, blue roof, and an odd-looking clock.
There, 136 wing flaps past the window of the 2nd floor,
You’ll see a girl, turning, tossing, and sleeping some more.
My small body flew above the bed and her entirety.
I didn’t think I’d come back to see her, but I need to watch closely.
I flew to her night stand, settling behind a stuffed puffin,
And watched the clock strike 12 waiting for magic to begin.
Not quite long, a cloud of shimmering dust formed above her head.
It glimmered and glowed then scenes and pictures were created.
It’s a dream! I flapped my wings at the sight.
What a wonderful happening, right?
You see, I collect them. The dreams.
Each night, I roam to collect glimmers by all means.
I put them in a jar I carry,
And I place them at home for I’m a fairy.
This one special girl which I am with tonight,
Creates dreams that are very bright!
But the glimmering lights of her dream above her head,
Shows how the incident of last night led.
She saw me, a little fairy fly out her window.
She couldn’t forget so it became her dream.
I was not sure that I was caught,
But this confirms all my thoughts.
It is true. She saw me.
That’s why tonight I will collect her memories.
As I come close, shivers run down my body.
It was a frightening dream to see.
For I cannot be seen or I’ll be in jeopardy.
I open my jar, hovering above her body.
I collected her dream, ending its story.
Sorry little girl, you cannot know we exist.
In this world, fairies must stay as myths.
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