AMOUNG THE FLOWERS

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LOVE KNOTS

A tiny person appeared
so small she sat on
my finger.

She called and called
my name,
tossed fairy dust in
my eyes.

For a moment I was
blinded,
slowly opening my
eyes.

There amoung the
flowers
sat you-my fairy man.

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There he sits waiting for me. My fairy man became reality.

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