She Will Think This Is a Dream
Merry moments of meadow magic.
Frolicking faeries dancing in the wind.
They pretended to not see giant girl.
Her eyes popping above a boulder of granite.
Deliberate dancing was furiously frenzied now.
Little giant girl’s brown eyes slowly began to close.
She will think this was a dream tomorrow
The frisky faeries reassured each other.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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