Hey, everyone. I figured I should keep posting blogs, and I'm currently home sick, so I don't really have anything else to do. I really like poetry, so here's a a poem that pertains to Pixie Hollow, or at least fairies. I'm sorry if it's not that good; most of my poems are sad.
Winged
Freedom is sky and yet dust
Magic flows in the air
Fluttering wings echo through
Meadows, shining and shared
Wonderment raised by the longing
Nostalgia appears from behind
Escaping reality, withdraw
Into computer and mind.
The elements here are expected
Found through a trail of bright sand
And through it we all are connected
In this one digitized land.
Amazing is this bright code
And fantastical here where we lie
A joy to the soul, it is
For it is a joy just to fly.