They dance, under the cover of night,
Disguised as snowflakes, tinged with light,
Filling the darkness, glistening bright,
Behold in the distance, a beautiful sight
Flittering about, whispers unheard,
Each to the other, without saying a word,
Not even a rustle, nor song, from a bird,
Yet, something inside you, is easily stirred.
Watch them carefully, for soon they’ll go,
This vision, you thought, was only snow,
No trace will they leave, but, this you’ll know,
Real, are the fairies, and the magic they bestow.
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The Reluctant Poet 