The fairy poet takes a sheet
of moonbeam, silver white,
His ink form dew from daisies sweet
and his pen a point of light
My love I know is fairer far
than his,( though she is fair)
And we should dwell where fairies are
For I could praise her there.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
