Not a Freakin' Fairy Village: Ok It's a Fairy Village
With down flying all around,
It all would seem very aster-like to an outsider.
But he was flaunting the sered spirit
To the querulous darkness screaming.
The locust melancholy lullaby
Brings the gention and goldenrod to bed.
While the sedges come to live.
Sprung from the rainfall of my life.
Copyright © Kara Mclain | Year Posted 2011
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