The Magic Of A Fairy

Pixie dust in her pockets

A peony in her hand

When she hears her little melody play

She gets lost in a trance.



Her feet spark a little something

In the air, she begins to fly

And all who gather round her

Dance up into the sky!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My grandmother's snowglobe made me wanna write this poem!

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