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Bored Breena (a fairytale)

Sitting on a ****

Having a rest

Dreaming of wearing

A beautiful dress

Hair cascading

Red curly locks

Waste of time, who cares

There are no clocks

Awaiting a happening

With nothing in sight

Mischief merriment

Anything, even a fright

Breena, bored to death

'Tis true

Wanting only,

For something to do.

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Cne

Published: Mar 6, 2017
LinesWords: 1652

Notes: Wrote this for a painting I did of a red headed fairy sitting on a tree ****
Tags: #fairy #bored #redhead

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