A Sapphire Fairy
as I fly high in the air I fall into
my own little world escaping
from reality and faith as I sail
along with the wind current,
hearing the sweet sound of
nature until I was struck down
by a falling fairy. The glider
starts to descend down to the
ground after I let go and open
my parachute and float down
in peace and land on the ground,
I then see a sapphire gem from
above but as I get closer I see
that it is a fairy with a sapphire
body. I then get close and pick
the fairy up in my hands only to
hear her crying saying that “i wish
I was a genie in a bottle”, and told
her that “she doesnt have to be a
genie you are find just how you are,
because you are not only magic but
you are part of it.”. She then looks
at me and tells me “that I am right”,
so I then take a breath of air and blow
into my hands letting the fairy go so
she can enjoy her life with magic.
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