Yes, this is the infamous "published" poem.
(<< I felt like being a bunny)
It was chosen to be published inside of a "Pine tree poetry collection" book. so, I hope you like it. *looks about shyly*
It's just a fairytale world
with delicate glass slippers
and small golden slivers
with enchanted jeweled rings
and imagination and things.
Where true love matters
but when the glass shatters
and gold turns to stone
when jewels lose their shine
imagination frozen in time,
that is when we grieve as we please.
Enchanted are the creatures
of which we do not see
the lark sings its song
and melancholy are the trees.
Dreamy is the sky
mystery fills the woods
they are covered in fog,
not to be seen.
All may be lost
but then again to some,
hope still gleams
in the setting sun.
As the twilight comes
yet again the frost is melted
and imagination coming to life
echoing through the night
and jewels and gold restored
and true love is alive
once again we may see
what has come again
in this fairy-tale world of mine.
