Who are you little
five-year-old? All
strong knowing
and bold life
leaping can you
still be told
tales of magic
angel’s brew
or will you hand
to hip eye cocked
wry mouth look
at grandma
say, oh my, silly
old woman what
do you think?
Fairies exist on
the edge of a brink?
But then a glitter
and there a gleam
and your eyes say
yes our world is
more than it seems.

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