Apr 06, 2001 11:31
Faeries in teacups,
On gossamer wings,
Talk to her in echos,
While hummingbird sings.
In the sky that is dawning,
Or the night without stars,
She'd be the first to tell you,
The universe is still ours.
The artist and dreamer,
She sits and paints,
Vivid colors and hues,
This life never taints.
poetry,
poems
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