Fifth Daughter of Fifth Daughter of Fifth Daughter
Being the fifth daughter of a fifth daughter of a fifth daughter
I have the ability to see orbs, faeries, and rainbow dazzles
When I walk into a garden, the faeries and elves speak to me
I hear not what they say, but I see them saying it
Luckily, my sister has the gift of extrasensory hearing
I collect her, and she tells me what they are asking of me
A rare gift, possibly, but for me, an everyday ability
No more remarkable than your ability to listen to your heart
Our family is filled with empaths, healers and psychics
I have not fully come into my ultimate gifts, but for now this is enough
I love walking in the garden, with my sister, understanding the fey
Understanding my role as the fifth daughter of a fifth daughter of a fifth daughter
As best I can….
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