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Conan Doyle's Fairies.

Poetry By: Ken Simm

The Faires at the bottom of the Garden Prank that got out of hand in Edwardian England. Arthur Conan Doyle believed.

Submitted:Jul 13, 2008    Reads: 162    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Let us begin

When we're caught on a whim

That remembers us

Moving through air

With open, young faces bare

To watch us go

Changes as light

Hit within our soft sight

The feeling of

moving through air with

loving compare sad

voices beware

Before we're smiling

High as our senses falling feel

With method to our sadness

Amongst ourselves

We hit the ground below

And dying we wonder

That light from our hunger

Will follow our humours long stunned

We've moved to a place

No longer in moods

To chase

The luck we had when young

Still all that we offer

We cannot command

The world at our fingertips

The sky in our hand.


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