Faeries basking on mist-teared leaves
By pools of dew in cups of moss
Chords of sun-rays rainbow their wings
Illuminating,
Through the thick weave canopy
Great Spirit, Grant me this serenity
Let me accept me,
bear my mossy tree
but my thumbs turned acid
Life, Grant me the courage
To change my song
rainbow my soul
but my hands are stained
Love, Grant
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