The Mystic Meadows
Of all those creatures;
You better be teachers
To notice all those features
Of the better reaches.
To my mystic mind
They are memories to bind
Those tiny looking elves
Sitting on the shelves.
And on that little eve
Until all the magic leaves
The joyful fairies dance
As though they were in France
Copyright © Hafala Hajara | Year Posted 2018
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