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A poem for a contest, I like it though |
| Sunswept shadows in fluttering dreams Fly by like the gems of wisdom past. Fairys and hopes on whispering wings, Dart in and out and in-between. Things to come, Who knows best, What will be and then the rest. Sunswept shadows in fluttering dreams, Bring hope into life like the whisper of fairy wings. Elizabeth S. Tyree |