Fairy Dust Power
So she comes flittering over to me
There’s fairy dust coming out of her tail
She’s human, dust of a lovely fairy
This makes a fairy if dust you entail
A rare commodity, a great power
There’s fairy dust coming out of her tail
Others may cry in fear and sure cower
But she is kind and only wants to smile
A rare commodity, a great power
She loves her dust sure has no denial
Her dust allows her to fly up so high
But she is kind and only wants to smile
She alleviates all pain from my side
There is a thorn that used to hurt my soul
Her dust allows her to fly up so high
Only wish I had some dust in a bowl
So she comes flittering over to me
There is a thorn that used to hurt my soul
She’s human, dust of a lovely fairy
Russell Sivey
Contest: Fairy Dust (Any fairy poem acceptable)
Sponsor: Nathan A.
8/8/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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