Fairy TaleA Poem by Moonie
"Who was she?" they asked...
She is the net of honey tulips in the breeze, she is those paper butterflies racing across mazes of wheat, the flakes of sleet that chased the wind until they melted away, laughter on the swing set... She's hurricanes and storms, the scent of pines the night she wished on a star for the first time. She's the field of pink heather and hyacinths where she sat for hours.... She's the mist that puzzled her, the smiles and kisses she kept secret. She's that faint hue of lavender in the sky at sunset. "Who was he then, " they asked again.... He is the savour of the first spark of fire, he's the tales of armored knights on mares, the fists and fights he endured in third grade. He is a firework show in the sky.... He's seagulls flying high, the nightmares that cling to his reflections, and the fear of darkness he always kept bottled. He's the tongues of flame that reached for the atmosphere, the aquamarine pond where he lost his first nickel, those crinkles on the side of his eyes no one saw.... He is those hidden smiles and kisses he could not find. © 2020 MoonieReviews
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Added on May 1, 2015Last Updated on July 12, 2020 Tags: romance, fantasy, love story, fairy tale AuthorMoonieAboutIf you're a dreamer, come in If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin .. more..Writing
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