Gnome

 

Hidden woods so deep

you can see me peep

through the leafes of fall

most cheerfull of

them all

 

wrinkled,  old  and wise

rolling of the dice

random colouring treas

ritch as painted seas

 

seen by every child

fantasy not blind

outcasted adult mind

palet not to find

 

Yellow, orange, red

fallstorm blows ahead

tearing of the boughs

groundly leafes so dead

 

deep under i’ll  go

when the winter comes

sleep for many months

 

not to be disturbed

time has been set slow

wind and storm will blow

but I will not know

 

sleep can be Sooo kind

 

 

 

 

 

 

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