Sweet Poet of Fairies
O dear one, sweet poet of fairies, does bless.
Your wing song and crown loft a brilliant success.
The velvet and silky, elation of flight,
and waving of wand swirls, uplifting delight.
The dawning of bright words, the twilight does swoon.
The colors are waxing and waning in June.
Your minute, Elida, the runt of the wood.
She handles the smallest of magic, is good.
The mischief that giant, near children, aspire,
and poet of fairies, does conjure, inspire.
They exist…in her mind and her heart, of course.
Her penning and her smile, I highly endorse.
8/21/2022
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