MYSTICAL FEY.

Hues of splendour
no longer a heart
entwine, darkness
of soul shadow of
mine. Beauty of
creation, natures
opera – blinded I be.
Forest dwelling I
yearn to be…abode
of restful peace and
serenity. MYSTICAL FEY
’tis thy music that
entrances me, soothing
melodies; flimsy wings
so delicate, stature of
feminity. ‘Tis a lightness
of step, a joyous repose;
MYSTICAL FEY where
from I do not know,
for blessed I be thy
presence delights and
captivates me.
©️PSA 8/10/21.

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