Dreams Minichu
Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. ... ~Brian Froud
Moon-time dreams of fairies,
as if she has always been at home with the fae
and magic.
Dancing nymphets
among the trees and in the glen
cavort.
Twirling
herself away,
once.
Moon-time dreams of fairies
among the trees in the glen,
once.
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