She blends with the patch of green
transparent wings fold back
when sunlight is leaving the leaves,
the lilac and magnolia bushes.
Soft blows the evening breeze.
Surreal, cicadas stir the stillness.
A wish, a fancy to stay here forever,
to rest her aching ankles, arises.
No more to dance
beneath hot sun
nor brave wild winds, aurora's hues;
here in God's fairy land, she abides.
Agatha Lai June 2005
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