Fairy
She was a dainty little thing,
her eyes pretty, soft, and green.
Her skin so soft and very clean,
almost the shade of vanilla cream.
And as she stood on a tiny leaf stem,
she was barely taller then a pen.
So she had to stand up on her toes,
when she tried to smell the rose.
All was silent all around,
untill you heard the faintest sound.
With all the strength that she could muster,
her baby wings began to flutter.
Higher and higher she rose in the air,
triailing along her lush auburn hair.
As away farther and farther she flew,
the smaller and smaller her body grew.
And thus I asked myself one question.
was she real?
or a figment of my imagination.
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