Fairy dust falls
every time it rains
Sunlit drops twinkle,
sparkle and shine
Magic so high,
it flies
Petals of white,
pink and red
unfurl each spring
bright and sweet
Magic so near,
it breathes
Beyond belief
some might say
Yet, in all things
it lingers
Magic so close
it sings
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c.b.w. 2015
C.B. Wentworth 