My Fantasy (poem)
Seasons of dreaming of my fantasy
Yet there was just one who trusted my sight
And there she was waiting waiting for me
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Some soft summer’s mist where it came to be
Touching my heart and this cause to excite
Seasons of dreaming of my fantasy
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Confusion possessing my clarity
Resting at table was comfort from plight
And there she was waiting waiting for me
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Hidden in shadows was forbidden key
Some missing piece which I couldn’t ignite
Seasons of dreaming of my fantasy
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I searched and I struggled through mystery
With but one candle which always shown bright
And there she was waiting waiting for me
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It took me wisdom of quiet to see
What soft summer’s mist some fool turned to night
Seasons of dreaming of my fantasy
And there she was waiting waiting for me