A little while, a little while before I slept,
A little while before I dreamt,
Dreamt of an enchanted land,
Land of feathered dreams,
Yes I dreamt, dreamt of a fairyland.
Land of phoenix's cry,
Crying for love indeed.
Waiting for a magic to transpire,
A magic seemed to be true,
And it took to occur,
A little while, a little while more.
This poem is shared with Carry On Tuesday and the prompt is the first line of Charlotte Bronte's little sister Emily Jane, 'A little while, a little while'.
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