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Post by kali mun on Apr 20, 2004 9:34:06 GMT -5
Laying there on the soft green grass
I watch the clouds pass by
And I see the big dragons dance
And the pixies fly.
We shall see them blossom and disappear
Mother goddesses and local genies
Fundamental spirits of water and air
Sirens and creatures of the sea
White does of the woods, vengeful Morgan’s
Grandmothers, spinners of destiny
Ladies of the snowy mountains
Selkies that lounge by the sea
The flora and the dream fae
The colored bird taking flight
The shadows of the day.
The rainbows of the night
They watch over childbirth
Rites of passage and first time love
Even though they are full of mirth
They are gentle like a dove
Leading reborn children to heaven <br> Through the Fields of reviving corn,
Taking refuge in a constellation
From vengeful creatures that cause a storm.
Now, at this moment when forgotten
Wishes may come to mind and be granted
It is time for the wanderer among the faeries to set out
On the road to faerie land
Laying there on the soft green grass
I watch the clouds pass by
Down the road to fairly land,
Watching the faeries fly.
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Post by Cherise on Apr 20, 2004 18:39:08 GMT -5
I like the imagery, but the rhythm really throws me off (normally I wouldn't say anything, but it looks like you were going for a specific rhythm in the first stanza, and then the rest of it just didn't follow anything specific).
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