In a far off forest land, there is a temple of dreams,
Withholding a spectral tree of magic that forever gleams,
They say, it behold the fruits of everlasting euphoria and desires,
Guarded by sages of light, who were born from indigo fire,
It’s an abode of wonder where the sprites dance on the fairy songs,
The abode nourished by the silver stream of immortality that has flown for ages long,
It’s a miracle pass to the astral realm for an adventure night long,
It being’s only in those wishful hearts, who find their muse in gypsy folksongs!
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I love the story told here. Beautiful flow and wording. The final two lines close the scene so perfectly. Well done!
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Thanks Brad 😊
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Masterpiece.. ….
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Thanks for such a kind comment, but I still believe I haven’t created a master piece. Thanks for reading 😊
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Nice verse and artwork!
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Thanks for reading 😊
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