White-winged butterflies surround
Gliding guides, so pale and free
Bring back soft luminescent hours
When faeries were like family

Between the wonder and the woe
Amidst the love, the loss, the pain
Among the faeries we once knew
Arise the angels that sustain

by Dorothea Barth ©2017

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