The Fairy Parade - Poem by Barb Nixon
Tissued wings like dew kissed gossamer webs,
fluoresce and flicker an enchanting dance,
caressed and illumined by a captive sun,
its sanguine approbation,
heralding with benevolent mirth,
these frolicsome ethereal prancers.
A choir in unison, honeyed tones,
entrancing, melodic, incantations,
traverse quiescent dell and brook,
bewitching, incessant, joyous stanza,
their timeless benedictions.
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