A sage looks deep into matters
Is not quick to judge
Does not put great store in gossip
Knows the magic of following one’s heart…
In an instant she will travel to the sacred wilderness
In the twinkling of a fairy sunset
She will laugh from her heart
She will wonder at the awesome beauty
Ah doubt!
You are the poison of lost days
That long ago left all the poor fairies
Crumpled like rags where they fell
In the sacred springs they awaken for an hour
To dance again
To love and laugh and sing again
As if they had never gone away
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