Ornico Flow
Dancing flowers fly
Around the maypole gaily
Opening their eyes
Faeries are strange
Their purpose to temper with us
Taking things, hiding them
Until we can make them feel pleased again
Guided by feels
Creatures hiding emerge
Strange faces all hungry
Stomping to the beat
An ancient otherworld
Starry eyed and crying softly
Dragons dance above over
The clouds emerge heaven
Where King and Queen descend down
Greeted by their guests
Now flowers are thrown
As the spirits greet each other
They dance the night on
The sun emerges bright
The trees are warm with it's hue
The wind sweeps through fields
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
