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A lil doodle of a lil fairy in class ( ≧∀≦)ノ
I think she's cute ヽ(´ω｀)ﾉ
This is so gorgeous!!
Garden Fairy
I'm back after my brief hiatus! Let's dive back into this fantasy world together, shall we?
Garden Fairy
The Fairy of the Pond
The Garden Fairy
Fairy Salt
Archive #14 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: Bonjour, first poem from the Star cluster of pasque flower series is here! Enjoy :)
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Fairy Salt
Meadows, ponds, butterflies and all
The jealousy, envy towards a thrall.
To have dreams with one can break walls.
Saturn has one too many rings to fall
Out of line, out of sight.
Hail storms help those to recall
The attic, the dust, that was used to stall.
Oh, hail one that dares to crawl
Out of sight, out of mind.
Sunflowers, tulips, roses and all,
The fairy that withdraws the pall.
A spiteful befall.
Ocean waves, known to leman,
The echoing within a shell hidden under damp sand.
Floating in space, drifting on wood.
Isolation, fear,
Scent of salt and rotten pier.
A story told by sailors and elves alike,
A history, a history to dislike.
An entombment used to engulf the rage,
A minor death, left to drown and age.
One can remember some
While one can remember all.
But she– the one who dares to question,
Argue against her majesty, his bride,
Remembers all.
As it was she,
Who died.
The attic, the castle,
The meadow and the sea–
Something that one tends to forget because no one is free.
Do you see her soul?
Do you see the fairy fly?
Or have you forgotten
That night–
When the flowers started to die.
Wither, winter, spring and grow,
The elves dancing– prancing for gold.
But one elf does not twirl or beg,
They are meant for the flower bed.
Lying and crying,
Mourning and laughing.
The smell of salt and sound of hail,
Oh, please don’t forget the veil.
Flowers,
The honey, the comb.
Iris, Peony, and Manuka are thrown
Not at her tomb stone, no.
But at the majesty’s, the lord,
And no one below.
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me and bro if we were fairies
A cute nature fairycore aesthetic , Her name is Blossom and she's a flower shop owner in Henford-on-Bagley. She is a botanist and also lives at a small cottage on top of a hill. She is outgoing,a bookworm,and loves outdoors.
telling people you don’t date is so freeing
Lambert’s Bridge no. 77, also know as the snake bridge, on the Macclesfield Canal. location: Astbury Congleton, England