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One
very
special
time
Feel
the
love
surround
us
Gentle
wings
that
bind
Today
we
have
that
magic
That
fills
our
heart
with
glee
Wings
in
life
surrounding
We
whisper
carry
me
Feel
them
everywhere
we
go
Doesn't
matter
how
we
flow
Wings
are
precious
in
the
air
On
the
earth
they're
always
there
Soaring
with
a
special
glow
That's
the
beauty
we
will
know
Holding
on
with
love
steadfast
Let
this
magic
always
last
Beauty
in
love's
precious
gifts
Softness
of
the
wings
that
lift
Comfort
filled
with
tenderness
Fills
the
heart
with
blessedness.



Šused with permission
here.
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Amy Brown Art
Amy Brown Fairy Artist
I walked down my garden
and guess what i found,
this little fairy laying on the ground
I picked her up and to my suprise
she stretched her arms and opened her eyes
Her little face, it was so sweet
she had just woken up from her sleep
she said "Hello" my name is Belle
I am a little sad...can you tell
i got lost you see and i am in fear
I just dont know how i got here
I live in the forest,
where no one knows
with elves and pixes and garden gnomes
I was flying around to sprinkle fairy dust
When all of a sudden there was this big gust
The wind picked up and it swirled me around
and i ended up here... laying on the ground
Now i had to think hard and long
To get her home where she belongs I will do my best to get you home
To the pixies,elves and garden gnomes
So off we went no time to loose,
But which Forest should I choose,
I picked the one that was nearest as can be,
With Belle in my pocket, so she could see
Oh look over there, said my little friend,
A little bit further, its just round the bend
So here we are home safe at last,
The elves and pixies playing in the grass
Belle was so pleased and started to sing,
See over there, thats my Fairy ring
I gave a little smile,I was so relieved,
I know Fairies are real "I do believe".......
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Poem By R Rolls
ThankYou Rita!
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Come Fairies
Take me out of this dull world
for I would ride with you
upon the wind and dance
upon the mountains like a flame
W.B.Yeates.

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