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Ella Stefan Jan 2021
Tell me about the wonderful things, about the forest and figs.

Tell me about the ocean and sky, that seem to make the people cry.

Tell me about the sand, how it could cover an entire land.

Tell me about the mountains and snow, where it seems that nothing grows.

Tell me about the palm trees, that follows with a tropical breeze.

If you tell me all you know, Iโ€™ll be sure to give you a magnificent show.

If you tell me all you know, I will be as free, as the black and grey crows.

If you tell me all you know, Then I can see the winter snow.

If you tell me all you know, then I will feel the grass you can mow!

If you tell me all you know, I will run without the shadows!

I want to hear the whales song, and maybe even dance along.

I want to see the coconuts, that grow as brown as hazelnuts!.

I want to see the mountains, and watch the snow fall like a fountain.

I want to feel the sand, all warm and silver in my hands.

I want to see the trees, all big and bushy that sway with the breeze.

So tell me all you know, so I will be a happy soul.
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Ella Stefan Jan 2021
There was a pond, that lay in the forest, with mermaids and goblins the poor and the fairest.

All the faeries, the gnomes and the loons, all wished apon this water. The magical blue lagoon.

It glistened and shimmered along with the mermaids, which all sang their songs, with their hair, up in braids.

The little carved bridge that crossed the water, made by the finest, woodcutters daughter.

As the sun will light our way, so will the moon off the blue lagoon.
The forest is hidden, before never land, and crosses a river lined with dabloons.

Beyond the garden, hung three moons, as though tied to a string, like a childrenโ€™s cartoon.

Lay at night, with the sleeping gnomes, in tiny little mushroom homes.

Bunnyโ€™s in burrows eating their carrots,
Ogres and goblins, riding in chariots

They say that all the golden trolls,
Guard the forest from evil and moles.

Into the blue lagoon they say,
Faeries and leprechauns, light my way.
๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„
๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท
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Ella Stefan Jan 2021
Elastic band in the drawer,
Stretched and pulled,
Left on the floor.

Her colour was a midnight black,
She wished her rubber ring, to never rip or snap.

No one used her, they all ignored her.
She was dull, and gathered up fur.

This small lonely elastic band, wished to end your hair, with a helping hand.

She would be the perfect product,
To make her feel like a moon or stardust.

Elastic band in the drawer,
Stretched and pulled,
The one nobody wore.
๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค

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