The beauty of the Pixie
drowns away the sorrows
she shows up unexpectedly
fluttering through the wind
she gusts towards me
sweeping her way across my heart
I gaze, I gawk
artistically of course
at the wondrous allure
the Pixie casts her spell
never leaving my thoughts
as I look upon her
she pushes away my sorrow
her wings peeling off
and sprouting into the air
flittering through life
spilling her fairy dust
ever so lightly across my soul
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Straight up, I love mythology. I love mythology, folklore, folk tales, fairy tales, cryptozoology. You name it, I love it. Unless I haven't heard of it before. Then I'll be forcing you to tell me all about it with excruciating detail. Anyway, I love this kinda stuff and it often shows in my writing. Today I saw a Pixie, she was gorgeous. I'm an artist, I wrote about her. That's just how this stuff goes.
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