This has been somewhat of a lacklustre weekend. My poor best friend is battling strep throat and seeing her miserable is one super unpleasant experience, I myself woke up feeling a bit off this morning making me nervously apprehensive that I might be next, and my hopeful To-Do list was barely even considered much less worked on. Despite all that, there have been a few bright spots; I've read a lot, got lost in a wonderful nap this afternoon with both cats curled up next to me, and was able to muster enough creativity to write this little poem.
Deep within the sylvan shadows,
and soft emerald mossy growth,
golden magic shouts infinite laughter,
for this is where the Fae call home.
My soul's unquiet with restless desire,
to step inside that hidden ring,
to breathe, to see, to touch Fae fire,
for only then would my soul be free.
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