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| This is another 'freebie' I wrote for someone out there... I still hold copyright to these, though! The main character turned out sort of psycho, but oh well. |
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A pixie lights on my finger
And stares into my eyes.
Dimming her luminance to linger,
She slips, and falls, and cries-
Oh! The temptation to see that spark go out!
Oh! The urge to laugh, to shout
With mirth, and cage her with a spell
To hold her, keep her- pixie's hell,
But my pleasure! A tiny spark
That flew above the illustrious Ark
And might fly for ages yet-
Mine, mine now, were I not to let
Her free, to the sky, that she toppled from to swoon,
But, instead, I dress her wound and watch her drift away- away!
And wonder, if I'd made her stay,
What I'd have dreamed of in the night.
Be that what it may, I dream... of that flight.
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