Whisper light
Is her flight
She flits about
The garden bright
A mythical little sprite.
*
With an aura of delight
She spins a tapestry of flight
Incandescent in the night
Blossoms open at the sight.
*
Whispers echo in wind’s gust
Amidst the garden flowers
A light film of pixie dust
Becomes a cryptic shower.
*
Visions fair and small
Fly amongst us each day
Spreading magic wide and tall
Alluring creatures of the Fay.
*
Fortune smiles on you,
The selected few,
If you see such a sprite
For she will ease your plights
While creating dreams anew.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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This was so magnificent! Very well done!
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