The Fairy

With a skip the fairy leaps

with beaming glee

over hedge and bush

invisible to you and me

A gentle flutter she makes

zipping to and fro

playing and dancing

whilst her radiant wings glow

If we listen hard enough

a giggle may be heard

If lucky we may see movement

indistinct and blurred

My Poetry

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Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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