Where virgin sunlight kisses gently Oer’ emerald green. The Maiden Fairies dance on gossamer wings serene. They frolic as they throng. Along this leafy nook. To bathe in clear waters of the tumbling, bubbling brook. And, as they wash away, no sins here to without. They’re mindful of the darkened shadows of the hungry trout. Anon. They recline. Naked. On soft beds of thistledown, And dress again, afresh. Resplendent in silver, silken gown. With parasols spun from spiders webs they tread, Air-footed steps through sceptred grasses just ahead. Till, harsh sunlight. Fanfares of the coming day, Dissipate. The Angels of the morn’. Drift away. But hark! What sweet refrain is singing in the morning dew? The Nymphs doth dance again, Anew.
Reason for writing:
Fanciful? Idealistic? Unrealistic? Crap? What do you think???
Birth sign: Gemini
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