She comes,
Tales are made.
Fairies and elves dance.
Flowers close their eyes.
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alone, Like a firefly in her palm, I see her, kiss her I hold her And smile as the half-moon does. again powerful imagination. thank u. tony
Fairies and elves dance. Flowers close their eyes. Little soul sleeps with the lullaby... these are beautiful poetic verses. really fine. you have a real poetic mind.
This poem resembles the coldness of the moon-very nice
I alone, Like a firefly in her palm, I see her, kiss her I hold her And smile as the half-moon does/// excellent feelings about the darling like the brightest moon; superbly penned