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| NightPlay |
| While soft winds blow, Lilys sway and the the dreams grow. Always unsure what is seen, From day to night, the changing of the scene. The eyes play tricks, and they decieves, But to us, what do we see, The Fairys way and the games they play, To never be understood, From their hidden place with in the woods, Sweet dreams are secure. As night skys fall, The Fairys have a ball, Dancing on the winds of the north, Wings of silver, crimson and gold, Their secrets never told. So in the night, they play their games, I wish I could be there, Within their dance, a seductive trance, Soaring on wings of no care. By Penny Kotyk |
| For My Friend, BlueFairy. |