She floats above the poems
Sprinkling dust between the lines
Starting off a gentle flow
Of rhythm mixed with rhyme
She is the fairy of the poetic dust
The moment in the making
Where magic comes together
The desire she's always craving
With a flapping of her wings
Comes a flipping of the page
Helping the writers mind to see
What it is they need to say
She smiles at all the writings
The truth in what they're saying
She rings the Bells of Righteousness
On those she feels needs saving
She is the fairy of the poetic dust
The purveyor of the pen
Keeps the writings of the day
Moving out and moving in
As she floats above the poems
Sprinkling dust between the lines
Starting off a gentle flow
Of rhythm mixed with rhyme
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
She floats above the poems
Sprinkling dust between the lines
Starting off a gentle flow
Of rhythm mixed with rhyme
She is the fairy of the poetic dust
The moment in the making
Where magic comes together
The desire she's always craving
With a flapping of her wings
Comes a flipping of the page
Helping the writers mind to see
What it is they need to say
She smiles at all the writings
The truth in what they're saying
She rings the Bells of Righteousness
On those she feels needs saving
She is the fairy of the poetic dust
The purveyor of the pen
Keeps the writings of the day
Moving out and moving in
As she floats above the poems
Sprinkling dust between the lines
Starting off a gentle flow
Of rhythm mixed with rhyme
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