Fairies of the North

May 2, 2010
Cold as ice; bright as fire,
can you feel my desire
to touch those little wings?
Those flitting little things
that I do so admire.

I constantly aspire,
so much that I perspire,
to be like those small beings.
Cold as ice; bright as fire.

All that they do require,
so that they won’t expire,
are little forest springs
where music always rings
from mountain, brook, and shire.
Cold as ice; bright as fire.

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Clementine said...
May 25, 2010 at 2:07 am
Yet another lovely poem by you! I loved the repeating line that intertwined within the poem.
jonas_chick899 said...
May 23, 2010 at 9:29 am
"Cold as ice; bright as fire" that line just- idk its unexplainable...i loved this poem!!! it was lovely!!
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