Alapocas

The dodging Moon from high above
Sent forth its dreamy glow
A moving silence a glowing Dove.

Light reflected far below
The light so painterly
Filtered through the trees long bough.

I held my hands so as to see
Through misty leaves I peered
Then moving colors brushed by me.

Although I thought perhaps is weird
This display of natures charm
The forest floor was alive I feared

But meant no present harm
As tender Faeries brushed my arm.

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