Storybook Snow
Fey dreams of Light dancing slow upon a field of storybook snowThey of the Night the ice that sparkles deep within undertones below
Infinite points appear from distant near as though to shear some vision
Like sleepy wool the moments pool into empty wakes of disappear
With Fey tonight you may find her walking away from where you never know
Fey dreams of Light dancing slow upon a field of storybook snow
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-07-14 at 12:01
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