Look see, there is a ball.
Be careful: not a sound.
Faeries dancing in the Hall.
Shy things! They won't be found.
Waltz and bow, twirl around,
like angels' wings aloft.
A delicate tremor, just like so.
Pink veils, so new and soft.
They strike a chord, a telling note.
And now it's time to leave.
The little wings must fly afloat.
The tender watchers grieve.
Sleep, little faerie, remain all mine.
You'll dance again some other time.















Comments
I had an excellent visual the whole time :]
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we're more than artists, we're works of art.
~artistic-advancement
Why are you so awesome?
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"Can I take a picture of you to make sure you're not dead?"
I'm not, that's the thing
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To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
I love writing about faeries.
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To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
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we're more than artists, we're works of art.
~artistic-advancement
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To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
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"Can I take a picture of you to make sure you're not dead?"
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To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
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<3__KaTiE___<3
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