Writing
From The Dreamer of Dreamsby Ironhand
From the dreamer of dreams
to the one I dream
Flowers from my mind
all of glass, one of a kind
Could you imagine the bouquets I seen?
and only a few, to you I can bring
To let, to share
for only you I care
So do not let the flowers die
for this time, more than fairies will cry
And there will be no more dreams,
or flowers dancing, in sun beams