When the moon comes out to shine her face,
The brids are fast asleep.
And the lanters hang from every post,
The fairies leave their keep.
They join their hands and sing their songs that n'ery a soul can hear,
In the springtime when the earth is new to the faeries they draw near,
To the faeries they draw near...
Trying out a new style and some new brushes. This is my 'version' of Peter Pan's pixie companion, Tinker Bell. :)
Reference for the face from depositphotos.com
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