tá súil

the rolling downs on silver sky

copper dust coats the air

speckled wood butterfly

floats on dreams and prayer

I saw her in the forest

pearlescent gown of white chiffon

so light her step between the trees

the grace of wind and swan

she haunts imagination

lithe siren of the wood

how we all would dance

if we only could


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