Under rhythmic lull, of weeping willows dance
Wood Nymph gently sleeps, in emerald meadow.
In a lucid waking dream, whispered on the breeze
magical enchantment falls, to earth on shooting stars.
Wood Nymph gently wakes, to vibrations in the air.
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A contest entry
- Whispers by Paloszoo.
700 points, ended February 20, 33 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I think this is soo fantasy ,fairytale. I could have a clear picture of little wood nymph gently waking pass through mind as it flowed. lovely
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This is lovely and quite magical. I love the imagery here! Thanks for entering my contest. Good luck. It’s an honor to have you show your work here!
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