10-06-2013, 04:00 PM
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Erratic faerie flight,
flitting ‘cross the lawn,
dancing through the night,
illuminate till dawn.
Fluorescing honey bees,
eliciting soft sighs.
Within a copse of trees,
what is this you spy,
that makes your heart to seize:
Fairies?
No…
just fireflies!
-Erthona
Erratic faerie flight,
flitting ‘cross the lawn,
dancing through the night,
illuminate till dawn.
Fluorescing honey bees,
eliciting soft sighs.
Within a copse of trees,
what is this you spy,
that makes your heart to seize:
Fairies?
No…
just fireflies!
-Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.