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Quiet flutter, twinkling starlight.
Soft as a whisper into the night.
Wings of silver, sprinkling of gold,
they came from a magical time long ago.
Softly they hover, flights of fancy.
Lightly landing on fields of pansies.
Only few have seen them of which I am told.
To see them aflutter is a sight to behold.
Their hair, long and whispy like fine golden threads.
Their homes are toadstools, lilypads for their beds.
Their voices so soft, sweet, and melodic
and if you should hear them, they are quite hypnotic.
They live near pools of cool water or streams,
they enter your mind through magical dreams.
And if you should meet one, listen closely to hear,
the story they'll tell you... gentle, true, and sincere. |
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