Of Gardens and Pixies
By KritterKat
Colorful flowers swaying to the music of the breeze. I wish I were in an ancient garden enclosed by ivy-covered walls. Walking barefoot upon moss and grass. You are stardust on midnight rainbows. Glittering like rubies and sapphires. You fill the earth with color The fragrance of flowers is a soothing balm. Pixies dance within the ivy. I wish I was in an ancient garden to join in the dance. These words are not of ancient gardens or pixies. But, rather of the worlds open to us through imagination. And of the peace that comes from enjoying the beauty of creations. Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 02:16 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Colorful flowers swaying to the music of the breeze...."