Hark to thee
Thou art so sweet
Like the pitter-patter
Of faery feet
Fragile ears
In yonder glen
Spelled deep fortress
Of faery ken
Little child
With sky filled eyes
Thou hath told the prettiest
Little lies
Went down to the forest
With a cross upon thine breast
Thy white frock a fluttering
And eyes so far from rest
Broke the code of magick
With thy heart upon thine sleeve
Doomed to stay in wooded knoll
And never beget leave
Thou art a faery princess
With thy crown of deadly thorns
Trapped forever in a spell
Of dewy sparkling morns
Thou art such a pretty person
With a soul all laid out bare
And little red rivers
Running through thine golden hair
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I don't know what to say. You have said it all. Thank you for sharing this delightfulyl surreal poem of the human condition. Love & hugs, Barbara