Faerie Wings

April 17, 2009
The small child you were
you danced, no
flew across the room

Your wings about to come undone,
you continued to live to your own music

The web of childhood and make believe,
so tightly strung

It lived and breathed you until you,
slowly, began to unwind your web

Your life took a turn..

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