What’s happened to you?
You were princess among all others.
Dancing in the eery twilight,
Joining in the owl’s anthem to the man in the moon.
Why then, have you ripped off your faerie wings?
Daughter Nature, clothed in magic and warmth,
is now a distant, flaring star.
Come back to us.
Come back to me.
A poem I wrote for someone I miss... The first of many.
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