Under the old willow tree lies a soul taken too soon from this earth, and under the willow does she sleep. Like a crown, flowers adorn her head, petals as pale her tired skin. Like a blanket the sun covers her cold body, giving her the warmth she so deserves, she so needs, and golden hair like a pillow rests beneath her heavy head..those who pass her by notice her not for it is in the soil she now lives. A corpse to forever dream under the vines of that old willow tree..it is during the night, however, that she wakes. When the stars shine so brightly and the fae begin their dance she moves from her bed under the willow and joins them in their joyous rituals..her laughter rings out through the night and it is with folktales that her memory lives on. Fae's Meadow is a magical place where spirits lost find a home, and so it is there that she now lives, dancing and laughing forever under the stars.
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a collection of whimsy
Poetrya collection of heartfelt, whimsical, and ethereal writings that I create when inspired to - enjoy ♥️ Do note that some may be a bit harder to read than most, take this as a trigger warning.
