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high sun at dawn, the old forest paths are drawn between the soft morning mist I take the dreams and walked slowly ... now the birds do not sing and the wind whispers ... the silence is echo through the trees, their leaves, a huge and crystal beads spray shine with the first rays of the sun ... the path narrows ... after the bend, cross the bridge and entered magical place where reality is lost and created the fantasy ... and I see there ... sitting on the edge of the fountain of dreams ... is the red-haired fairy ... not even dare to breathe to avoid interrupting his thoughts, but to me seen and smile ... but his smile is sad and bitter, probably remembers the time joining with other magical beings ... today could fly their wings are broken ... they are burned in the sun one day I leave the old forest believing he could be a mere mortal ... slowly ... I go in their eyes ... shines a light flash of light, and a tear sliding slowly down her cheek ... I look amazed and discover that they are crystal clear pearl like drops of dew that shine in the morning ... she is ... she is the fairy of silver tears ... under an umbrella silk rose petals, protecting her bare shoulders and wanders through the old forest dressed in sadness, hoping that one day return to regrow their velvety wings and magic of the moon will return your light ... I poke my old goblin in the bushes, the sun shines and at its best on the tops of the old forest trees ... wake up ... and the red-haired fairy nestles among the flowers by watering them with her tears ... I have the way back, before crossing the bridge magic again looked back, I wound the soul, but her warm smile and hear his voice ... until tomorrow ... the birds flit breaking the silence with his coming and going, the wind sighs and I walk slowly, to the flowers ... even a huge crystal clear bright pearls of dew .
Leydi ~ Halcon
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