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Fairylands Gone


Mya McMillan

I wrote this in inspiration from the way I felt after hearing Enya's 'Memory of Trees' for the first time. This poem is copyrighted 1999 by me.

Strains of notes floating past
Holding life's locked-away secrets
Painting golden glimpses on the canvas of my mind
Like fairylands gone
Into sweet dreams of a past that never was
Golden leaves rustling under Autumn sun
Sweet fragrances on whisps of breeze
That hint at flowers hidden
Then, with a cruel wrench
Reality jerks you back into its claws
Only ashes left
Fine dust blown forever out of reach by a gust of wind
And there is nothing left to hold
Only vague memories, soon gone
Of music

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