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Fairies (A Poem)

Lacey wings dance from blossom to blossom,
So exquisite, yet elusive.
Should my hand reach out or my face be seen,
They disappear.
In slumber, their tiny feet
Tickle my nose and lips;
But like dreams, they only tarry while I sleep
And flee with the opening of eyes.

Copyright ©2004 Vivian G. Harriman

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Anonymous said…
at night when looking out into the sky
and the fireflys are dancing in the dark
open your eyes up to them while they are in flight
for what you see will be a surprize
they are not fireflys
they are fairies waltzing into the night
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Ivey your poem inspired me to write this.
you have touched the heart of so many people,in so many good ways
9:51 PM
Ivey said…
Anonymous, keep on writing! I see much beauty and creativity in your comment . . .
7:40 AM
Anonymous said…
Ivey, there is much beauty inside you. If you are the little girl in the Death of a Dog story, I can't imagine how anyone could have thought you were 'retarded!"
6:13 PM
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