Faerie

O, beauty that flutters by
Glittering with star dust;
Tiny might thy be, but
Big in heart I can see.

O, magical she may be
I wish she would stop
So, I may catch her
To make a wish; I am
Sure she would make.

O, to flutter by me
To fast I cannot see
Only the trailing star dust
Swirls around my head
As she disappears from view.

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