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Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose.
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Wind Chimes
Listen to the wind chimes, tinkling in the night. Summoning the fairies, to take a moonlit flight.
Wings glowing with fairy dust,
and magical sprites appear. Flitting through the forest amid a woodland sphere.
Covered up with fairy dust the paradise below
Glows like a lantern in the night. Soft light gently flows
Whispered secrets flourish and giggles can be heard
As fairies gather in a circle, making fairy mirth.
I see them with their wings held high, their skirts of misty hue.
The bluebells tinkle when they're near, as if they see them too.
Gowns of soft pastels and skin of golden brown.
Fireflies dancing in the air and circling the ground.
Sings of iridescent gold glowing in the night.
As fairies dance their dance of joy, before the dawn of light.
Soft Poetry by Sand
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