Like a dance of
broken, geaming, fragments....
they flew across the pond.
shining so bright,
almost resembling fallen stars.
Tiny angels my little sister calls them.
with wings so delicate,
and features so striking.
Tiny angels my little sister calls them.
but i know what they really are,
so bold and graceful,
so beautiful as they danced around my pond.
these are the fairies in my garden,
and this is their dance.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
Like a dance of
broken, geaming, fragments....
they flew across the pond.
shining so bright,
almost resembling fallen stars.
Tiny angels my little sister calls them.
with wings so delicate,
and features so striking.
Tiny angels my little sister calls them.
but i know what they really are,
so bold and graceful,
so beautiful as they danced around my pond.
these are the fairies in my garden,
and this is their dance.
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