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Edited by ihaveausername at 2018-2-2 21:49
Here we are again! I'm debating whether or not to do Frost-Talent, but I probably willl, so you can expect this and Frost to be the last 2 main poems in this series. Sorry if I've missed your talent; I'm only doing the main ones. I still plan on doing storytelling talent last, though, for my own sake. Enjoy!
Fast-Flying
On winds wings flap
And flutter fast
Stirring up a storm
Pixie dust trails left, to last
As the gathering streaks form
Blurs appear out of thin air
Dust settles like a cloud
Upon wings with no want of wear
And speeds of which they're proud
Tornado, hurricane, and gale
All heralded by they
Storm talents, no, but they don't pale
For quickness is their way
A way of life is flying
Not suitable to all
But these faries don't need trying
For flight replaces fall.
Sorry if this one wasn't as good as the others (I noticed that Garden had less views and comments than I normally get; should I change something about it?)
EDIT: Typo
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