a pixie dust allusion on fairy wing profusion
a cranberry wreath on a child of bequeath

a touch of grace on a deer soft as lace
a lantern slow beam on a forest gleam

in a world of gilded fantasy, we are poetry
in a world of innocent dreams their coterie

in a fairy world of love we are impearled
in a moment of creative enfold we're gold

an incandescent light at the end of a forest
one touch of mercy and suddenly we're blest.
  
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