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Wings so golden
Gossamer strands
Hair of white
With the palest hands

She hides from sight
So they cannot see
Behind tall reeds
Shroud in mystery

A fae like no other
Floral crown on her head
Unspoken beauty
On a lush verdant bed

Eyes looking down
As tears flow from within
She can’t catch her breath
Her mind, in a spin

How could they leave her?
This fragile little sprite
Who can she cling to?
There’s no one in sight

Saddened by betrayal
She weeps, silently, and still
Gathers herself, defiantly
Born with a stronger will

Knowing now, what she must do
To forget this horrid pain
She’ll stretch out her wings, take to the sky
And rise up, once again!


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