Follow Them

I always see the faeries coming

Out of the nearby Meadows daily

Both at dawn and dusk

They politely beckon me to follow them

Tempting with unheard melodies

Played by hidden pipes and timbrels

Dare I follow upon their way

And become a desperately lonely faun?

Eugi’s word for this week is Meadows

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