A poem about wood sprites.
Twilight Sprites
Wood sprites
gathering under
bluebells and lily of the valleys
listen to the song of the sparrows
keeping a watch for the stars to
rise above the horizon
twilight time
keeping quiet the noise
the tiniest human ears can find audible.
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