A Pretty Thing

Above the skies
In heavens land
Doth pixie dust alight
The silver mist
Beneath thy wings
To match thy sparkling eyes?

If it twer so
Then I would fain
To stand upon this ground
But must needs find
An eagle swift
To bring thy golden crown

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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