Faeries and Sprites
Faeries and sprites flitting among the thistles and the daisies.
Sitting at the base of the violets, strumming easy listening guitars.
So, this is where the hippies go, observed a new arrival.
Understanding there are many levels of heaven.
And we gravitate to the one we relate to the hardest.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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