English Faerie Folk

Walking amongst the ancient trees,

faeries in the mi(d)st,

looming unseen . .

 

The scent of Hawthorn and Elder,

I stumble through the brush,

twigs crackling under my feet with each step,

I inhale deeply, this forest,

it grows inside of me

 

Can you feel me here amongst these old souls? 

She whispers . .

fluttering about the treetops,

the music of her voice dancing in my ears with delight

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While exploring the forests of England . . 

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