Windborne
Bones of love that were ground
Spinning between worlds
Only seeing through memory
Locked into seriousness by a perception
Playful spirit awaiting realms to explore
Whimsical freedom can be found and made
A spirit a fae a beautiful shape
How would a jester do in a courtroom
A bee in an assembly line
Doing as they wish
Aligning or finding alignment
Spindling chalice
A crystal tree spanning
A nymph peering, tapping, murmuring
Scattered fruits
Can change to peaches or apples
Rest is not death, but stillness cripples playful joy
Amen
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