The wings flutter in the moonlight
shining for they send the stars into the night
whispers echo in the cascading forests
as their presence makes the birds hide in their nests
animals peek from their homes
the roaring of the silence of the night,
stops in shock
as all eyes are on them,
with their hair in the most beautiful fashions
and their dresses decorated with the most exquisite gems
They seem to weave dreams from the very air,
spreading smiles in the children's sleep,
All eyes are on them,
until they close each individually,
one by one they drift into their subconscious
roaming in the world absolutely rent-free
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PuisiEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult
