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Faerie dust sparkles in dreams

Pixies in the garden.
They’ve come to dance.
Shadows kept at bay.
Faerie dust in moonlight.

A little girl in dreamland.
A bedtime story come alive.
In the garden she skips.
Among the faeries and pixies.

Fruit custard with ice-cream. Pix from Jackie No. 654 magazine.

A table full of cupcakes.
A pot of honey and pancakes.
A yummy custard and ice-cream.
And teddy bears sat at table.

Magic mushrooms sprout.
A gnome stands sentry.
Garden elves among roses.
Seen through the looking glass.

Alice and the Mad Hatter. Pix from Disneyland No. 89 magazine.

A tickle of laughter, a joy.
“Alice!” The Mad Hatter called.
Poof! Down the hole; gone.
Faerie dust sparkles in dreams.

By C.E. Pereira


I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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