A
fairy tribe glides past silver night robes
trance
drapes the moon; wings bow to caress
skies
tipped with jade and mystic veiled coves.
As
tangos twirl gowns the merry sea jives
its
magic depths bear a host of blooms.
Their
purple cloaks part for pearls to spray
an
angel choir soars and breathes our pangs
Their
aloe crowns rain; welts of shame die.
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