I saw it on a pearly night,
When the moon was shining full!
It peered shyly from the round the kerb,
Gave the leaves a pull!
My eyes transfixed, by this magical sight,
I quietly gazed through the window!
The trusting eyes, the hazel light,
I was enchanted by this magical doe!
Its silky skin, the silvery sheen,
There it stood a shimmering!
Upon which its shadows fell,
It brightened almost everything!
Tip-toeing across to the rusted gates,
Silent to the twitching ear,
I reached out with trembling hands,
To stroke, to hold, to get a little near!
It was there
It was air
It was a well cast illusion
It was a feeling,
It has a meaning,
Its my world utopian!
P.S. That dream, which may never come true but you cherish anyway!
When the moon was shining full!
It peered shyly from the round the kerb,
Gave the leaves a pull!
My eyes transfixed, by this magical sight,
I quietly gazed through the window!
The trusting eyes, the hazel light,
I was enchanted by this magical doe!
Its silky skin, the silvery sheen,
There it stood a shimmering!
Upon which its shadows fell,
It brightened almost everything!
Tip-toeing across to the rusted gates,
Silent to the twitching ear,
I reached out with trembling hands,
To stroke, to hold, to get a little near!
It was there
It was air
It was a well cast illusion
It was a feeling,
It has a meaning,
Its my world utopian!
P.S. That dream, which may never come true but you cherish anyway!
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