Fairy Tale
a fairy's heart burns with light,
fierce feathered spikes
luminate incandescent
the art of a fairy spins dreams
in a vortex of magic
pruned from the minds of children
a fairy will be free
and scatter along ribbons of air
to secret forest dells
fierce feathered spikes
luminate incandescent
the art of a fairy spins dreams
in a vortex of magic
pruned from the minds of children
a fairy will be free
and scatter along ribbons of air
to secret forest dells
posted by burning moon at 4:10 AM
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Fairy light
dances the cadence
of magic upon the sky
to bring us dreams
in spiced honey smiles
A child's delight
curving upon the
laughter
echoing and cavorting
across our sight
*claps hands* that's beautiful! I love it!
Yours is much better than mine actually. Much fresher. Lovely :)
Actually your poems makes me think of that story, 'The Little Prince', have you read it? It's lovely
The little Princess does not ring a bell, I will have to research it now unless you have a link for me perhaps?
hmm, let me see ....
oh look, the whole thing is posted online:
http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/
and I remember watching a charming movie of it, though it may be a little dated now, but worth watching for the boy who plays the little prince. He was gorgeous.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071762/
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