Monday, February 28, 2011

The Cloud Catchers

When they were young,
They would run in the sun.
Picking flowers ,
From about the tower.
Flying high,
Stealing clouds from the sky.
Dragon Slayers, 
Sophisticated Chess players.
Fairies fly,
As they say goodbye,
To the summers long past.
They still meet each summer.
On the shores of the sea. 
Though there wings are gone, 
They still chase the clouds.
And the fire reminds them,
Of fairies flying,
Singing to them lullabies.

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