She stood atop a dainty toadstool,
Her golden hair cascaded down her Lilliputian body,
With wings of a lunar moth she stood in the moonlight,
A magical cloth made of silk threads spun by ancient spiders covered her,
Glowing in the moonlight.
Her beauty luminesced all life around her,
Dazzling, amazing, hypnotising
All who bestowed their eyes upon her
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
