Athena Atalanta

Monday, June 30, 2008

After a long spell of rain
It's magical outside
As if the fairies haunt
Places not yet dried.
The tables sparkle magically
Against the shimmering sun, they shine.
The fairies make them shine for me
And the magic is all mine,
Mine alone, as noone else
Can see my secret shrine.
The fairies trust in me alone-
The magic is all mine.

source: Poemhunter