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Sprinkle of a fairy dust
They say "life is simple, just add water” but a massive breezy ship, chilled ice that surrounds it with the only thing that quenches our throat but even more makes it unrealistic. The whooshing sounds hitting the sandy coast or perhaps the briny deep begging to gulp it in my throat is infinite to human reach but a land behind ocean is unreachable.
Just a little further where the ocean ends and when the sky and the bluish liquid segregates, there live a fairy fall.
On the cusp of the horizon a shimmer and a spark reach out to me, signaling me and I know my wishes would be come true if I just find a way of little fairy dust to be collected on my hands, they might say it is one of the greatest challenges for human nature but not quite impossible. it is there in the infinite realm in between one star to the other tiny until the unseen multitude particle of star dust.
Slowly swooshing away and the urge to go back rises up my stomach, away from home but the already freeze ship refuses to go back and so I carry on my way on the surface of water… soon reaching an unrecognizable coast of the Fairy-fall as I click-clacked away from the chilled ship.
Glittery fountains or the glimmers of the colorful rocks mesmerizes my greenish eyes, under my lengthy eyelashes that blinks beautifully. Searching for the magical sprinkle of the Fairy dust I close my eyes, letting the energetic air and the bird- song brings the music of.
The fairy dust, a dust of restoration and heaven, it still remains alive after Trillions of years waiting to be found. There was a shimmering mist, eyes May not believe it, ears might never have heard and our minds would refuse to believe but it is there. Glossy mountains and the warmth of glossy floors eases my body and the smell even better than rose eases my lungs.
I spotted a golden dust that flows…
The fairy dust
My stomach flips in joy and body relaxes in delight as my eyes gets hypnotized by it twinkling beauty, my despair replaces with a joyful hope. My destination will soon be able to give me shiny wings that’ll help me freely fly with freedom as I look down upon the smallest trees, twirling up in joy.
My fair hands swiftly takes the golden dust on my palms, sprinkling it as it heals my wings as flew leaving the beauty of the fairy fall…
‘It was just a little sprinkle of a fairy dust” I thought.
© Waverywaves
Just a little further where the ocean ends and when the sky and the bluish liquid segregates, there live a fairy fall.
On the cusp of the horizon a shimmer and a spark reach out to me, signaling me and I know my wishes would be come true if I just find a way of little fairy dust to be collected on my hands, they might say it is one of the greatest challenges for human nature but not quite impossible. it is there in the infinite realm in between one star to the other tiny until the unseen multitude particle of star dust.
Slowly swooshing away and the urge to go back rises up my stomach, away from home but the already freeze ship refuses to go back and so I carry on my way on the surface of water… soon reaching an unrecognizable coast of the Fairy-fall as I click-clacked away from the chilled ship.
Glittery fountains or the glimmers of the colorful rocks mesmerizes my greenish eyes, under my lengthy eyelashes that blinks beautifully. Searching for the magical sprinkle of the Fairy dust I close my eyes, letting the energetic air and the bird- song brings the music of.
The fairy dust, a dust of restoration and heaven, it still remains alive after Trillions of years waiting to be found. There was a shimmering mist, eyes May not believe it, ears might never have heard and our minds would refuse to believe but it is there. Glossy mountains and the warmth of glossy floors eases my body and the smell even better than rose eases my lungs.
I spotted a golden dust that flows…
The fairy dust
My stomach flips in joy and body relaxes in delight as my eyes gets hypnotized by it twinkling beauty, my despair replaces with a joyful hope. My destination will soon be able to give me shiny wings that’ll help me freely fly with freedom as I look down upon the smallest trees, twirling up in joy.
My fair hands swiftly takes the golden dust on my palms, sprinkling it as it heals my wings as flew leaving the beauty of the fairy fall…
‘It was just a little sprinkle of a fairy dust” I thought.
© Waverywaves
