A little ginger fairy, fluttering by quite weary, her eyes are heavy with tears
Curling up in a daffodil, she lays ever so still, crying away the pain of her years
Heartbroken she’s shudders, her morose heart flutters, drowning the flower in tears
When the daffodil spoke and said quite kindly, put the fellow behind thee my dear
The fairy fell asleep as those words were spoken, and like a spell her heart was no longer broken
Bright and awake the fairy leapt up, and flew away merrily
I sat and wondered about the flower and if it could do the same for me?
© Tina Cousins 2013
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