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Faery Bridges Silken-stranded links in the arboreal world, Warmed by the touches of liquid gold, Filtering through the branches In the early morning� Shimmering steps along the bridges, silver-pearled Dew-drops tremble, then, losing their hold, Falling through the branches, Hear the faeries� warning� Sylphine whispers in the Elysium, unfurled Promises of stories yet untold, Floating through the breezes Of a new day, dawning� (Helena C.Cook, October 2000) |
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| Winter... Frozen northern moors Unchanged, in isolation Wait for warming sun... Icicles transform Branches of a frosted tree promising things to come... (Helena C. Cook December 2000) |