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BELAINE OF THE HAWTHORN
...One still autumn morn...
whilst sat beneath an old hawthorn,
I pondered that, which had no answer,
for the choices made throughout my life,
have caused me naught,but strife...Strife,
I thougt some more and changed my kind,
as life to me had been quite kind,
yet still the void and endless doubt,
voices screaming, clawing out.
Then far within or was it just without?
A voice so calm, to remove all doubt,
"FAIRIES YOU CANNOT DECIDE TO SEE,
`THIS THEY THAT REVEAL THEMSELVES TO THEE."
Looking up through branches twisted,
i saw a faerie and she was speaking.
Sitting on the nearest bough,
her legs were crossed and hair unfurled,
smiling down, once more she spoke, in tongues of purest woodland folk.
"Why ponder thus on choices made,
when choices are but light and shade,
you think you thougth, but that`s pure folly,
beliefs choose you, why seem so sorry.
That, to which you would aspire,
is preordained for you to acquire."
"The answer always lies within,
a reflection of self is in everything,
it`s not so much of where you seek,
more how you choose and when to peek."
"I`ve said enough for you to see,
that realities dream is within this tree,
and a dreamer`s reality resides in thee."
With this said, BELAINE was gone,
as leaves they rustled to robin`s song,
alone again with mind bushed still,
a fairie voice in my heart beats still.
to see, to touch and really feel,
just now my life became too real....
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...mein Blick gebannt, Du verzauberst mich...
ich könnt Dich nimmermehr lassen...
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...und selbst in der Nacht...sitze ich noch immer hier und starre Dich an...

...am Tag und in der NACHT...der ZAUBER vergeht NIE!
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ich puste Euch ein Häufchen FEENSTAUB hinaus...geht mit offenen Augen und staunt über die kleinen Dinge in Euch, um Euch...über Euch...!!!
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