Tiny creatures in the air
move to their country fair.
All day long they sing a song,
with wings of silver they were born.
They like danicng, laughing, too.
Sometimes they drink ale and brew
herbal tea and squeeze the juice
from the apples and amuse
their neighbours with the blues.
They dance and listen to the news,
told by the owl as final truth.
You never know who wins the prize,
when they have to compromise
about the game and follow the rules.
Elves are elves...they are small flash-lights.
Elves and ale
© Copyright: Анастасия Гирш, 2010
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