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Mere Tales
On fingertips I see a fairy,
Tiptoeing flary.
Shaking off tiny little fluffs,
And taking silver huffs.
She flew her way across the sea,
That contained us as are we.
Her magic was sun chaste light,
That brilliantly kissed the clouds white.
After singing a starry night,
Celestial blushed at her sight.
e="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Then she peeps from a mason jar,
Still of her hazy tall reflection from afar.
Imagine that without the fairy,
Disappearing of all the merry.
At last, you were always you,
You just followed what you wanted to.
So you ask and you pry,
You need the fairy? Why?
Why is life left alone,
If a fairy can help you to it, hone.
