Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Emerald Drums

Lily pads holding her
So slightly on its leaf
Tiny pretty flowers
Popping from underneath

Fairy gathered wings
So softly hang behind
This wonderful sight to see
Would almost play with your mind

Rainbow fish dive
Between her hands
Circular pools of splashes
Going around in a treacle of band

Stones surround this hollow pool
Like stepping stones of green
Mossy drums of bridges
Of the emerald between

Her dark hair is held back
By tiny fairies too
Hear them singing to her
She joins in too

Such wonderful music
It fills the half lit air
No other can come so close
No beauty can compare

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