|...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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