Fairies at play
In my garden, fairies play,
Dancing softly through the day,
Gentle light upon their wings,
Joyful songs that laughter brings.
They flit between blooming flowers,
Weaving dreams in quiet hours,
Sparkling dust upon the breeze,
Nature’s magic, meant to please.
With every flutter, hope takes flight,
Creating wonder in the night,
In every corner, smiles appear,
Tiny whispers that we hear.
In this realm dreams are spun,
Fairies bask beneath the sun,
Crafting joy, both near and far,
A world aglow, like a star.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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We live in a world that the fairies make enjoyable in the form of natural ideas with their magic. Good job.
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