Charm

Charms evaporate in the bright light of day.
Rose glasses folded and put away.
Spells break like gossamer threads.
Fairytale princes horny backed toads again.
Feeling foolish for a moment
Realisation seeps in.
People will catch you if you fall.
They are your friends.
Piper of Hamelin job is to charm,
and weave a spider web.
Song ends.
I am awake.
Dream was lovely.
Reality is healthier.

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