fairy dust
Sparkling under the willow
A blanket of warm glow
Secrecy swirls in the air
Until a creature with wings pair
Bends down and takes a scoop
Pocketing it like a piece of sunshine with a swoop
Then flies over the sleeping city
In the midnight bliss but no one sees.
When the creature, with a smile
Sprinkles the glow over us
A mystical dash of luck and beauty
It shimmers, it's fairy dust.
— Manya
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eunoia | poetry
Poetry❝eunoia❞ • beautiful thinking ❝Sometimes all we need to do is shift gears Into beautiful thinking Shake ourselves free of fear And follow the happiness string❞ Highest rankings- FIRST in WATTYS India Poetry 2021. #29 in POETRY out of 270k stories. ...
