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Click hereGentle halls of air caress my face
Sending perfect signals of ease to my soul
Rising amidst parted sunbeams,
I witness grapes of wisteria climbing
After morning's dew drops.
Do they hunger after the long fast?
I breathe
Expanding to limits' tingle
Ripples of goosebumps run down my skin.
Exaltation
Silk twirls, bends and flows in the sky past my face
As I step lively o'er the bursting buds
Skipping, dancing, playing…
And I wonder what the fairies next door
Must think of me.
Living the quaint life ~ what opinion do the fairies hold who live next door.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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