[rubah]

Spring


Once there was a Fairyland

For just one week.
It was dark there and yet light,

Those clouds warmed us so at night.
Every little princess had a thousand

Hundreds little crowns with ten per leaf.
The nights there are velvet, black but

You still can feel
The air as horses nuzzling

The wind blowing sweet sakura scent.
The green décor come fresh, Never

been trampled still.
Just one week, and then that

Magic Arkansan spring,
When no one's gone to Mexico,

Slowly turns into normal
Spring with clear skies and more flowers

But somewhere thrown aside its zing.