A dropp of water cuddled up
To a sprig of a mountain fir.
A magic, see-through ball turned up –
A useful tool for every dreamer.
But the dropp hung dangerously,
And sway on the evergreen tree.
What a poor dream – such clumsy.
For a while I was a fairy…
beautiful, simply written. i love the way you word things. keep up the awsome work
Fairy or not, your perpective still shines, love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is really beautiful Anjana