Her elegance could be counted in the ways she sets her hair
Ablaze in the subtle sunlight, dozing only when the flare permits her
Breathless in and empty out, she takes a breath to give away to
All the world that now surrounds her, she says, "How's a girl to play...?"
Waiting for the kind buck-stallion from the day of gifted grace alone
To wish for things she tasted out of ghost and out of place she
Sits in grace, eternally; she sits, in grace, for sure with
But a single thought upon her mind; or out, against the floor
Aw... beautiful...
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The Flower Fae