Fairies Calling
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calling sounds, unseen,
inviting,
high up, low down.
twas a cloudy midnight,
no moon, no stars,
pitch black woodland.
a torch, an invaluable
tool in the dark,
it found me an entrance,
a way in. behold!
a wonderland,
fungi bio luminescence,
and Fairies calling,
those beckoning sounds!
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Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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