heres a poem about fairys
Light slips 'round ageless trees
shadows dance on whispered breez
fairys choose to gather here
tempted mortals staying near
Look carefully as fairys hide
& wait for beleivers to come inside
keeping them for năm & day
'ere no longer they wish to stay
Ethernal magic fills this place
so tread carefully among there space
as natures gaurdians they defend
fairys protect both trang chủ & freind
While caring for the earth each day
mischief & pranks are there way
to reming common man of there power
they enchant ngày & evening hour
So leave a gift for fairy folk
underneath the tallest oak
and if bạn believe...only then
can bạn enter...FAIRY GLEN
Light slips 'round ageless trees
shadows dance on whispered breez
fairys choose to gather here
tempted mortals staying near
Look carefully as fairys hide
& wait for beleivers to come inside
keeping them for năm & day
'ere no longer they wish to stay
Ethernal magic fills this place
so tread carefully among there space
as natures gaurdians they defend
fairys protect both trang chủ & freind
While caring for the earth each day
mischief & pranks are there way
to reming common man of there power
they enchant ngày & evening hour
So leave a gift for fairy folk
underneath the tallest oak
and if bạn believe...only then
can bạn enter...FAIRY GLEN
I knew it was coming.
I’ve broken
the law
s o m a n y t i m e s.
It was inevitable.
I just wish I had
Mother,
Father,
and Violet
here to support me.
I can almost hear Mother’s
calm, smooth
voice, telling me It’ll be
alright.
I can almost feel Father's
h a n d o n m y a r m,
squeezing reassuringly.
I can almost smell Violet’s
homemade dâu, dâu tây perfume
as she buries her head
into my neck.
A final good-bye.
I don’t like good-byes because
they seem too formal.
I’d rather settle for
just leaving
than facing the
people I love
and risk
bursting
out
in *t e a r s*
Anything but that.
I might die right
then
and
there.
I’ve broken
the law
s o m a n y t i m e s.
It was inevitable.
I just wish I had
Mother,
Father,
and Violet
here to support me.
I can almost hear Mother’s
calm, smooth
voice, telling me It’ll be
alright.
I can almost feel Father's
h a n d o n m y a r m,
squeezing reassuringly.
I can almost smell Violet’s
homemade dâu, dâu tây perfume
as she buries her head
into my neck.
A final good-bye.
I don’t like good-byes because
they seem too formal.
I’d rather settle for
just leaving
than facing the
people I love
and risk
bursting
out
in *t e a r s*
Anything but that.
I might die right
then
and
there.