Little Sprite
Little sprite
engulfed in gold
fluttered high
shivered in cold
drifted low
snuggled in grass
joyful life like
this is passed
Little sprite
dressed in green
lightly climbs
blue steps unseen
the air her chair
holds her nigh
toes exposed
why ask why?
Little sprite
flushed in red
rushes close
to hug her friend
four eyes be
a bright sunset
play at work
is life at best
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