a wisp of a thing
She came gliding in on her dragonfly steed.
Lovely and lithe, delightful indeed.
A wisp of a thing, a tiny little light might.
A pixie, a faerie, a pretty sight on this night.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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