
She was not of this world around,
An iridescent gossamer,
A glow that was a blockbustre,
She now lived where fairies abound,
Her happiness so much profound,
Vernal sprite with a dazzling smile,
An enigma not so fragile,
Glowing with incandescent hope,
As she frolicked on life’s tightrope,
Blazing through great ordeals hostile.
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I like the line about frolicking on a tightrope — sounds rather dangerous!
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Very nice, I’d like to be a fairy🤭
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Some amazing words you managed to weave into your smile! 😊
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Thank you
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