When night draws near the harebells chime to start the Elven dance. On music sweet they swirl and turn and move as if in a trance. The Elf Lords leap into the air and lift the maidens high The night is filled with songs of joy, under a star-lit sky. Ere break of day the harebells chime to end the Elven ball. With tired feet they now go home to wait for twilight’s call.
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Love, love, love this Joyce!
I csnt tell you how much i kove this poem Joyce! Ive always been in love with the whimsical . This one is so fanciful, you must have had fun writing it. Thank you!