Tall and thin,
like a whisp of wind,
standing silent
in boughs of green.
Watchful as ever,
with the breeze,
eyes woeful, still.
With little left,
translucent,
curious,
frail.
Soft sound of bells,
silence, laughter,
gone.
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a climpse in the corner of an eye
a whisper
something somewhere
something someone said..
aloud and with a laughing stock
a joke?
you dont joke with a tinkerbell