Tara Staunton Aspiring poet, photographer and genetic scientist. Lover of life, art, literature and sunshine

I go, I fly,

My sweet soul and I.

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Between the scented smells,

Of newly sprung bluebells,

Watch for me on mountain heath,

Between the fountains of your belief,

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I am a fay of Fairee blood,

I dwell in worlds beyond the wood.

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Beneath the air you breathe,

And sod you walk,

Is the place were my feet stalk,

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Meet me in the enchanted glen,

And there, my love, we shall kiss again.