Fae, where does she fly, aloft on bright and golden wings? On soft green foliage, sleep and rest. Round gentle song they sing. Sweet and gentle Fae, queen of the woods silver stars so soft. And within the ring, danced and frolicked. Olde Oak smiled, at gentle melodies and twinkling bells Night ebbs and haze abound, and songs like shadows dissolve. Wood of enchantment, slowly rests.
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But you do not see her.
The wait was long,
But you gave up
Will there be an other chance?
Nice to have you here!
Post some of your writings, i like it!!!