The idyllic world of nymphs and fairies.

The turquoise sea,
the soft smell of the
crawling jasmine wrapped
around a towering tree,
emerald green colored nymphs,
ethereal to see,
too sweet,
too unreal,
gold-coated crowns
and silver satin moss robes,
blessing the rushing creek,

yet, there is a hint of brine
from the turquoise sea
and the tree is a cypress
the nymphs are
actually sorceresses
this is what you see when you look meticulously,

their eyes are hollow and blank,
nothing is
as it seems,
their words filled with
nothing is as it seems.

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