The Pixie’s lament
Time stood still, motionless and mocking her. How could the morning light dare to emerge? How were the colors persisting so pure? Was this the sweet fairy’s tale she’d preserve? Daisies laughing at her butterfly dance, As hummingbirds yield to lily’s allure. A breeze held hoping for another chance, As the garden awakens premature. Warm sunshine cradles a fading daydream. The light fell sparkling, enchanting and soft. They’d once known her as the sun’s shining beam. The clouds would hold […]
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