Little spirit of the wild,
Cunning but with style
You rule your forest
Like a queen
Beutiful like a rose,
Dangerous like a thorn.
All the spirits know
That you are brave and so on,
But you are fragile and blind
When the moon shine up
On the brithgful sky.
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Stars And Wings Of Opal Flame
Poetry~ A volume of poems written under the most beautiful experiences. ~
