Amoung The Flowers (Somewhere In Fantsayland)

A tiny person appeared
so small. she sat on my
finger.

She called and called
my name
tossed fairy dust in my
eyes.

for a moment, I was
blinded
slowly opening my eyes.

There amoung the flowers
sat you, my fairy man.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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