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I’m sitting
watching my fairy child As She dances in the autumn light
her Auburn hair on fire, her eyes wide and bright full of
innocent delight
The garden comes alive with the sweet sounds of her laughter
her merriment and joy
Her arms she stretches up towards the sky as if to try too
fly up and catch the golden leaves
That fall as autumns treasure, jewelled and bright as gold
but more precious to behold
Her light and silvery laugh fills the air and her presence
is felt everywhere.
And as I sit and watch her so I wish a wish I know will not
come true
I wish for her to always be this innocent light hearted child
and for her never to grow up
Or grow old.
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Watching © Jarmara
Black 2008
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