Woven into the silk
of her delicate wings
and......Brushed against her pale
yet happy cheeks
Was the tinsel of magic
The chippings of pure illusion
Stitched into her bodice
that wraps her silver dress
and......Amongst the finest leather
that created her pre-pointe shoes
Was the warmth of magnetism
The touch of the scented spell
Painted within
her perfect smile
and......Worn with the coloured beads
that lay woven in her hair
Was the lost dream of childhood
The delicate tale of the fairy



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