Capturing the magic of everyday life.

On the wings of a mischief maker

Up the hill and down the hollow
Is where the faeries dwell

Don't be fooled by their smiles
Behind their eyes mischief lies

For even the pretty roses
Have thorns

Let loose your wings
And fly

Nothing so beautiful as nature
Nothing so temperamental
As a little girl with wings
That wishes she could fly.

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