Jess Cadman - fairies

Wings made of the most delicate silver
A body as fragile as glass
Their faces depicted in children’s stories,

A myth made up of belief and hope
The power source to their existence,

They ride on child’s whispers and chants
Flying from day-dream to day-dream

Some may say they live in stories
Others may say they live in dreams
But I say they live in the bottom of my garden.

Jess Cadman

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