garden fairy

I am one that never cast aside 
My silly dreams as a kid.

As I grow, as I learn, 
I clutch, and

It is not an illusion. 
I am garden fairy. 
My wings I grew at eight, 
But they came out of hiding

Yesterday, everyone 
But I surprised, as I like it. 
They mull and jerk and tear 
At the pieces of paper they 
Murk around in

Daily, while I am tending 
To the flowers with my shiny 
Dust, and I drop tears on little 
Cobwebs and shape lilies at their 
Cusp. I sing, I dance, I dote.

All of it, wishing only 
My love would come join 
Me, and alas! He has, at my hip. 
A garden elf -

He had ears at eight, 
But they came out of hiding 
Today, everyone 
But I surprised.

And tomorrow, together, 
Forever, we sing, we dance 
And we dote as garden 
Fairy and garden elf.


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