Fairy
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The wayward wind whirled through all the thick trees,
Purple butterflies fluttered in the dream,
Ravenous rapture that had to appease,
Sending the fairy into purple beam.
Melodies cast thrilling waves of rapt joy,
Enthralled, she drifted up towards the moon,
Purple birds became her most gracious toys,
In this rapt swoon, let it not end too soon.
The wind was wayward, no more butterflies.
Slowly dreamy she floated to the ground.
The darkness of the forest hid the skies;
She slept steadfast in rapt divine dreams drowned.
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17 February 2023
Writing Challenge -F Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2023
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