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Fairy Dust

Wind churns the dust

of the Earth.

And as I begin to flap my

Petaled wings of purple

(the deep kind you’d want to dive right into!),

Fairy dust

(Oh it glimmers with the force of truth!)

drip drops drip drops from my lips,

corners turned toward the clouds.


(And soar, we did!)

Right through the mist!

A mist so pure with blue, and

I even noticed clusters of cream

threaded through.

By Nicole Javorsky


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