POETRY

The fairy

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” — Emily Dickinson.

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You find me
In parts anew,
You relish me
Through and through.
You sense me
From far away,
I will entice you
Yet another day.
You yearn me,
You want me,
You need me,
To fill you with dreams —
Dreams that make your eyes
Go glassy with thoughts flowing;
Flowing as a rushing waterfall
Cleansing every woeful thought away,
Leaving you light and airy,
I am a wish granting fairy.
You see me with your belief,
You seek me for your relief,
You smile with eyes closed
As I cradle your mind —
You live through one more day
Blissfully unaware of the unkind.

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