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a lone faerie standing on the bank of the pond
her heart has been broken in two, and soon she will die
then a tear slides down her tiny cheek
but its not just a tear, it is a spell
a spell of endless torment, one of the strongest of emotions
of one whose heart is no longer in one piece
the spell drips off her chin, and with a blue glimmer
grows to be a small dragonfly, and flies down toward the pond
where it touches the water, and is therefore
transformed into a small butterfly
who then flutters back up the bank, and past the sullen faerie
and as it flies, it grasps a whisp of the sky
and weaves the clouds into stronger wings, and it is now a bird
soaring high above the small faerie, it swoops across the sun
and as it does so, its wings turn orange, to match the late sunset
it flies over trees, and spots a female bird, at whom he directs his mating call
and as it is returned, the bird is set free.. set free by love
and over the deepened night sky, his heart soars, his feathers blazing
he flies high across the sky
and from a small pond shore, a small dying faerie
is lightened by a shooting star, a blazing bird, in love
and her spirits brighten
and she lifts her head
and her hope is new
her heart mended, she flies home again
all because of a single faerie's tear.
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