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Pixie Dust

A Poem

By Mother Combs (Sharon)Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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She sits in a meadow of white

In a gossamer white gown

Holding out her pale hand

And watching the pixie dust

Float off in the wind

As still as a statue

As stately as a queen

She is the most beautiful

Sight I have seen

Pixie dust glows and sparkles

In her outstretched hand

Reflecting the sunlight

Like the pure snowbells

She blooms with salubriousness

A testament of innocence

Men kneel before her grace

She’s an empress

Of all that she sees

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Mother Combs (Sharon)

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    Written by Mother Combs (Sharon)