by Fiona
Light, but the shadows still creep,
Unhindered by the mist's gentle sleep.
Dew-laden leaves catch the sun’s ray,
Reflecting the rainbow every which way.
Tinkly music wafts up to the sky,
Clear, yet faint, each note floating by.
For that one morn, I list the ways,
Earth visited those fairy kingdom days.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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