|...for when the pixies sing...|
...for when the pixies sing...
Nov. 17th, 2012 @ 03:19 am
it may be winter out but I'm thinking|
of springtime flowers
and petals of varying colours
and fragrance beautiful fragrance
inhale and paint my poems with
their pixie dust
while her wings flutter and I faint
sweet incense lifting to the heavens
silencing even the angels breath
for when the pixies sing . . .
tears drip laden with emotion
hearts break and mountains tilt
and us mortals wonder if we are still alive
Oh Wow! Marcie I Love this!
|Date:||November 20th, 2012 07:34 am (UTC)|| |
Thanks. I got distracted before finishing (read, a guy decided I was attractive and wouldn't take hints) thus the last couple lines aren't as good of an ending as I think it would've had if I'd been able to finish it while writing, but I still quite love it myself.
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