Fields Of Fancy Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Fields Of Fancy
Fields of Fancy
I ran through the fields of fancy,
And the fancy wouldn't let me down.
I was surrounded by flower,
And birds of many sound.
These flowers whispered,
Songs to me,
And the funshine made me see,
That the world was for having fun.
I flew through these fields of fancy,
And thought the world was bright.
The haze of flower colors were light.
My field of fancy was real.
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