The Sylph

Her long arms, slender and white
stretched out to pick the pebbles
glistening in the sun,
A tender face with a lovely smile
mirrored in the waters by her side.

She waited for the sun to set
for it was from sunrise that she awakened the
sleeping waters, slowly tempting
the pebbles into her outstretched fingers.

Many tales were told by the pebbles
lying in deep slumber there,
For how long did they lie there unawakened
she wondered...
glistening and overshadowed sometimes
by the warmth permeating the moss of
the waters like silken shrouds of green.

The sun set descended sending a golden hue on her
bodily frame giving her an imaginary outline,
one that many know and see as a sylph.

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