If there’s one thing he wanted to feel
To touch
It would be her wings
She flies on them like a swan
Graceful and never faltering

They are supple and spun
From clouds and stardust
Woven with strings of pearls
From the ocean’s deepest depths

In her hands lay
A harp with threads of gold
She plays the music loud and clear
A marvel for those to behold

She will dance upon
The trees of the forests
And run ‘cross
The vast seas

If he could ever catch her
He would hold her in his arms
And call her his home
Because she is known as nothing else

But the fairest one,
The one who got away.


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