The Wee Folk

I love the wild eyes Fairies,

the wee folk from the trees.

Their mischief and their laughter;

they do just what they please.

The twinkle in the eyes I see

show laughter in their day.

the way they walk in utter joy

tells where wild Spirits lay.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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