This is the third sky
Made of light,
Made of thin air,
Formed by the elves
And for them.
They fly and dance,
They wear stunningly elegant rings,
They read the future in faces,
They are part of the nature in spring -
They are light, fair and vulnerable.
A place for eternal life,
That reeks of flowers
And sunlight,
A place that's always in bloom
And is lighter than the air.
Elves are joy personified.
They smile like the Sun smiles
Early in the morning,
And they drink nectar from flowers
Or inhale light and energy,
Too sensitive for any world
But their own.
Alvheim
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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