Fairy Dust

She’s the folly of wisdom
The dancer that blocks your way
The bird who makes a castle
In the farmer’s stack of hay

She’s nothing but she’s all
That dreams can give to me
Cold hand on a heated face
A kiss on a bruised knee

Fairy dust and honey-drops
She drops into my face
Her dress will surround me
I drift away, touch her lace…

 

Daily Prompt:
Folly

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