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The Fly
Here's a poem inspired by a strange kind of half-sleeping/half-drunk dream.
‘Early fairy of winter,
Aren’t you cold flying around with just a skirt on?
I know you sparkle a lot,
But a million sparks won’t get you warmer,
Can’t you see how low is the temperature?
I know it’s not easy spending most of the time out there,
And unfair enough, you put warmth inside hearts,
I guess sometimes you rest,
Lying like a log by the fire,
Or maybe sometimes you take off to the sun,
Maybe that’s where you got so hot
But since you’re there by my window,
Why don’t you get inside where you’ll make yourself at home?
And if you feel sleepy, well, don’t worry,
I’m here to watch over you as you dream,
And I will look at you, silent, just wishing I took your skirt off’.
‘Early fairy of winter,
Aren’t you cold flying around with just a skirt on?
I know you sparkle a lot,
But a million sparks won’t get you warmer,
Can’t you see how low is the temperature?
I know it’s not easy spending most of the time out there,
And unfair enough, you put warmth inside hearts,
I guess sometimes you rest,
Lying like a log by the fire,
Or maybe sometimes you take off to the sun,
Maybe that’s where you got so hot
But since you’re there by my window,
Why don’t you get inside where you’ll make yourself at home?
And if you feel sleepy, well, don’t worry,
I’m here to watch over you as you dream,
And I will look at you, silent, just wishing I took your skirt off’.