Home Again
As fairy houses go, it's a bit flighty...
Fairies are dancing all around
loving the magic they have found
flying, singing, swooping, prancing,
all around, fairies are dancing.
Their home was lost, but it's not now
They know not where or when or how.
Once their name on the doors, embossed
but it's not now. Their home was lost.
They found it floating in the air
But knew not how it got there.
All their efforts are worth noting.
In the air, they found it floating.
And now their home is home again
and open to all fairy friend.
Surely their castle will not roam...
again. And now their home is home.
About the Creator
Debora Dyess
Start writing...I'm a kid's author and illustrator (50+ publications, including ghostwriting) but LOVE to write in a variety of genres. I hope you enjoy them all!
Blessings to you and yours,
Deb
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