Confession of The Poetical Firefly to Muse-Butterfly of Poesy
written by: Paweł Markiewicz
You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!
I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece.
I built my small paradise without any other ontological beings.
I based the dreamiest sempiternity on the tenderness of my wings.
Thus. I painted my wings in the color of an ambrosia.
Withal: I liked dew of dawns for the sake of elves.
I loved too much the wizardry of mayhap meek Erlkings.
I had to read many fairy tales of the Winter Queen.
I have enchanted your night rainbow.
I have become a magician of dawn.
I loved the Morning Starlet – the propitious Venus.
I collected all the shooting stars after a dreamier night.
Excuse me. My dear butterfly
fulfilled in the same afterglow
and bewitched by the lights of moonlit and
Let us dream over night!
Unto an epiphany of first
angels of the red sky in
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