Thursday, May 28, 2009


When dusk begins to fade and dew lights glow
bathing evening’s brow with mists of soft
and delicate touch

When flowers bend their heads, lend feathery
scent to glide the air, their white petals

When sounds collapse and noises hush, a
cool tissued silk tempers warming

‘Tis then fairies prance and jump from unfurled
fronds, ‘tis then birds celebrate and bring to
merriment night’s serenade

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