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My home is a place of magic,
Where other realms you'll often see,
With angels and fairies fluttering about,
While old spirits simply be.

Red roses climbing trellises,
English ivies climb walls of brick,
Sweet Williams fill the country air,
With their perfume thick.

White Lily of the Valley,
Line my garden walks,
And all along the picket fences,
Grow colourful hollyhocks.

Lush topiary bushes,
Lend to the mysteries,
Of the mazes and the labyrinths,
Among the ancient trees.

Following the summer showers,
Bands of light crown my home
With a myriad of colours,
In a celestial rainbow dome.

Blue Bells ring the wishing wells,
Birds splash in marble baths,
Bull frogs croak on lily pads,
Cute bunnies hop garden paths.

Wind chimes tinkle softly,
In the salty Celtic breeze,
As Mother Moon smiles upon,
All that of which She sees.

The sounds one hears in mid of night,
Should never cause you fear,
For they're the voices of the dead,
Reminding us they're here.

Crystal wands and essences,
Healing herbs and scented oils,
All gathered from our Mother Earth's,
Divine and giving soils.

Father Sun warms days with sunshine,
Twinkling stars span ebon skies,
Welcome to my magic world
~ A mystical paradise.
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