The Land of OldA Poem by Elf at HeartThis is the land of old Filled with shapes both strange and bold Trees covered in crystallized sap A bee hive hangs like a golden sack Lakes sit and streams flow Clouds float and winds blow This is the land of old Filled with shapes both strange and bold
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