Where have I been? OH MY!


Hiding in the Forest of Yore

Hiding away in the Forest of Yore
I'm a faery of many delights.
Mostly, however, I must confess
my days are mixed up with my nights!

A faery, forever, must sing in the night!
She gains so much gladness that way.
So what am I doing here on this rock,
getting all tan and dry in the day?

My faery wings need sweet raindrops to fly,
or fine mixtures of magical potions!
Now I can't lift myself up off the ground.
I'm a faery with strange, silly notions!





Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2007-10-23 at 23:09

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
so you are back after all with this very clever poem i thought a hob Goblin had ate you well done on this one and welcome back tinkerbell rgds mike
2007-10-23


Hagzissa
Perfect re-entry! Welcome back
2007-10-23


Rob Graber
A delight to read aloud! And welcome back!
2007-10-23