chup.A bit of fun with pen and ink,
The faeries come and stop to drink
From thoughts that fly from them to me
From me to them the thoughts fly free
As autumn comes accross the land
The sun has now a gentler hand
The light is soft, the sky is low
The faeries fly up to my window.
And if I see or if I am blind
Matters not to them for they don't mind
The things of earth that plod like me
For they are of light and must fly free
Its just enough for me to quietly gaze
On lighted coulour in sunset haze
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