FairyA Poem by a_methyste The fairy stood at the rock. Her golden eyebrows fallen down. I could hear her whisper to the waves. The boy did not show up today. He is not writing poetry anymore.
The fairy stood at the rock.
Her golden eyebrows fallen down. I could hear her whisper to the waves. The boy did not show up today. He is not writing poetry anymore. © 2025 a_methyste |
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Added on February 28, 2025 Last Updated on February 28, 2025 |
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