A Faerie On My Windowsill
A faerie on my windowsill
Carried pink roses from the hill
A pirouette she gave to me
Delicate dainty as she could be
Locks of gold and silver too
Looked beautiful against her blue
Her face an oval deeply set
How much prettier could she get?
She smiled and blew me a gentle kiss
Captivating me now, this darling miss
Effervescent wings twinkled as she flew away
I smiled knowing she will be back some fine day
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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