Lucky fairyland

Lucky fairyland, 
some dawns. 
You can on a small piece, 
sometimes steal. 

ledges in the middle 
hidden it somewhere, 
below the clouds of white. 
As the end of the rainbow 
conceals the happiness of 
the bottom of the pot. 

I never found there, 
I hear only the echo 
moving further away from steps. 

Friday's fearless coverage, 
thrown over the week, 
laptop ready for the warm 
hot embrace. 

Utopia full, 
Cupid's bows, 
morning to find 
one can most early gainer. 

I am writing minutes, 
I write two, 
life does not become any better.