Sometimes I lay, Pondering over my dreams. Sometimes wandering, About what it fells like To be in my Magical world?
Harry Potter's wand, Elsa's ice, Dark lord dies And fairies fly To an unknown world. Unbeknown to myself, Lies a world full of magic In my dreams.
I fly and fly over mountains Winds whooshing by my hairs, Sparkling Pixie dust, Soothing waves of Ahtohollan And the mesmerizing sunset.
But in a fraction of second My world is dark, Full of problems And complicated people. Now, I am wake And this is the reality Waiting for me.
By Jenelle Hope you like my poem.😀😀