Her mind filled with memories
of love and romance,
Right there in her garden,
those fairies, they danced.
She could not see them,
invisible to eye,
But they sprinkled their magic,
on all passing by.
And as she looked down,
at her own precious flowers,
She felt a slight breeze,
It held mystical powers.
Unknown to her,
she was under their spell.
One day in the future,
she would find love again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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