   | sitting on goblin grass, tilting his head up to the heavens, so vastly spread beyond his reach, and farther yet, he wondered aloud, were he as soft, and as sheer as a cloud would he dare float to the moon, to put his arms round its girth, or lasso and rope it, to tie it to earth but not right, it seemed, to tame the bright moon to hold it, and, roughly, to hewn away at the surface of it's gold filigree, to break down something as wild, and as roaming as he with wide open spaces held dear to his heart journeying to remote lands, which noone could chart on a cold autumn night, sitting on a goblin grass patch, a little fairy decided the moon looked far better without chains attached
hurrah, a lovely poem done by me(lovely?). a watercolour drawing done for my good fairy-loving friend ella, who broke her arm. my parents were sending her chocolates, so, not to be outdone, i sent her this drawing along with them. doesnt he have a cute little purple body? i love his mop of white hair too, mainly because of how simple it was. originally a body study, but the paintbrush took me hostage. sorry about the little things in the painting, mostly the sky, mainly because of my cheap "watercolour" paper being mean and coming apart on me.grr.
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