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Behind the Tree

Behind the Tree

At the bottom of my garden behind a tree
A family of Fairy's wait for me
They are tiny but their glow is warm
They are my calm after my storm
They dance and sing and glow so bright
I can see them always even when it's night
When I sit behind the tree
I know that the fairies are there waiting for me

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Gwendoline

Hello Karen, I love fairies and this has a beautiful mystical feel to it. Really pretty poem and the image really compliments the piece 
Gwen x

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Karen Chapman

Thank you for your lovely comment X I very much agree with you X I digitally designed the image myself yesterday and thought of the words last night as I was laying in bed x

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Gwendoline

Wonderful, I love art. Can't wait to see more from you :) x

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Jim "The Lad" ....

wish I could digitally design like that! enjoyed your presentation!.................Jim

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Karen Chapman

Thank you so much for your lovely comment, it's great to hear feedback on my work 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

I love mentioning fairies in my poem so i found this your backyard fairy's patch a nice delightful imaginative escape muse. Kudos!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

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