Blue Fairy Syndrome

The wordís here. Itís coming in pure digital.

White brilliant light. Long white fingers touch my face.

Clarityís lost.

Thereís no erasing me.

The blue birdís still chasing me.

Horrifically wonderful.

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White brilliant light, ëtill the stars sputter out.

Donít tarry.

Thereís no erasing me.

The blue birdís still chasing me.

Horrifically wonderful.

Itís the blueÖ  Itís the blueÖ  Itís the blueÖ 

Christopher Hoffee ©2002 ASCAP