These Færies Dance

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Off the collapsing roofs
Snowflakes, wisps of smoke:
Færies pirouette
Upon a frozen wasteland;
But flickering with the Winterking’s breath,
A candle lit in a window of broken hope
Rays of sunlight
Beams of moonshine
Trickle through the boughs of ice
Down to earth
Be caressing this flame
To lead the long-dead loved
Home.

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About shannlien

While the springtime blossoms bloom, I like to work on my seemingly never-ending story, read about fantastical other worlds, or paint the world right in front of my eyes. And dancing through the trees in park with my dearly friends. (In other words, Hello!)

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