When I sound the fairy call,
gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, take a cherry,
mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter for the eater,
when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
Lovely work, Sas. I woke up to this beautiful softness and the sweet words. Thanks. Have a nice Sunday.
I love the first shot.....that delicate translucent pink and the glow of yellow from within is a perfect metaphor for you and your little one.
Take care. Love,Missy from the bayou
so soft... so pink... so in love!!
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