Magic space, fairy glade
Tinkling bells invite you in.
When you find your way out
Time has changed while you were there
One day has passed while you were gone.
Now outside, you find
Ten years have passed, they thought you dead
So much has changed inside your head
Your speech is now of fairy tongue
No one can tell what you have said
No mother’s tears can wash away.
This fairy child is here to stay…
©Anita Dawes
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