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In shadowed glades amongst the ancient trees,
where wanderers have never happened by,
beneath the sweetened hives of honey bees
reside a Folk apart from you and I.
They dance in houses carved in mushroom stalks
and light the forests with their twilight glow;
they fill the air with careless tiny-talks
and toss their dusts to help the flowers grow.
Their hearts are pure; they never want for love
or friendly warmth on chilly, moonless nights.
They're often lurking silently above
as we, their neighbors, chase their floating lights.
They hover always near us when we sleep
and ride our dreams within the forest deeps.
posted by The Indifferent Monkey @ 10:57 PM
1 Comments:
is that my old gnome?
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