Lost
How many years alot themselves
To fairies, sprites and elves?
The fewest number, flying fast—
For childhood flutters past.
Enchanted realms when you were small
Capitulate and fall;
Their palace guards of inch-high men
Seek graves in days of Then.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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