The Fairy

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The sun hit her long chestnut brown hair highlighting the golden hues.

Her wings glistened in the sunlight as she dried herself and turned. 

She smiled looking at him, with her gaze falling to his eyes.

His sea-blue eyes that made her blush but who was he?

He was in awe of her beauty, of her wings and her eyes.

Her green eyes looking him up and down.

He knew her; he knew her gaze.

It warmed his soul as he stood there wanting to go to her.

Wanting to touch her, to talk to her, but he found he couldn’t speak.

The fairy twirled as she dried the rest of her clothes,

Whirling her wand around her emerald dress.

The man watched her with a yearning smile on his face.

He knew at this moment; the fairy was to be his.

The fairy, however, bowed and vanished before his eyes.

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