A subtle movement,
Fast yet so slow.
One stroke,
It brings down.
I feel you,
Close yet so far.
A dividing line,
Betwixt us.
One touch,
Impossible, it seems.
I reach out,
it's the thought that counts :D
A subtle movement,
Fast yet so slow.
One stroke,
It brings down.
I feel you,
Close yet so far.
A dividing line,
Betwixt us.
One touch,
Impossible, it seems.
I reach out,
| CHILDREN born of fairy stock | |
| Never need for shirt or frock, | |
| Never want for food or fire, | |
| Always get their heart’s desire: | |
| Jingle pockets full of gold, | 5 |
| Marry when they’re seven years old. | |
| Every fairy child may keep | |
| Two strong ponies and ten sheep; | |
| All have houses, each his own, | |
| Built of brick or granite stone; | 10 |
| They live on cherries, they run wild— | |
| I’d love to be a Fairy’s child. |