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Faerie Secrets For the Young

They are in the wind The twinkling of the leaves The tittering of the locusts The chippers of the crickets. The silence of the mushrooms, and the beauty of the moss. They make themselves known to us, as children when we cannot yet talk. When we get older and stop believing, they come to us in fairy tales. We do not understand or see their realness any more, Convinced by adults that we made them up. It is difficult to stop believing In faeries who have our back, and always did. But society dictates that we do, and so we try.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 8/8/2018 9:04:00 AM
This is lovely Caren.I especially love the imagery in your first two verses.You have shown the wonder and innocence of children,shame we all have to grow up and face reality.Still we can always remain children at heart. I refuse to do otherwise.Enjoyed this write,thank you.
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Date: 8/6/2018 3:39:00 AM
Aesthetic masterly in order
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/6/2018 6:07:00 AM
Thank you for the lovely comment Moses.

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