I Spy A Light
I’ll Blend My Happiness In With The Sunlight
I Read The Sky
The World Is Mine
I Am The Air
You’ll Learn
Life Isn’t Fair
Beware
You’ll Have Blessings
The Plants Growth Is A Fairy’s Greatest Possession
I’m Magical
In The Forest With The Woods
I’ll Change Chapters
Make Roses Be Actors
As A Nymph I’ll Rise
Behave Little One
I’ll Help You Survive
The Pixie Dust Is Fair
I’ll Pair You With Earth
Make The Energy Last
You May Think Of Your Past
I’ll Send A Call . . Or Two
Don’t Be Sad And Blue
This Life Was Meant For You
About the Creator
Jala Bell
I Am A Nymph. I like to wander. My name is Jala. I consider myself to be free-spirit and a hippie. I have an old soul that I want to express.
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