Lothlorien – Poetry

by Jan 22, 2002Poetry

Oh! Lothlorien, Lothlorien
a place of beauty, a place of peace. Gentle is the touch of the grass on your feet. Joy is the heart, by the sound of the rushing streams.
Dream is the belief of your eyes. Love is the feeling tickling your senses. Golden are the leaves, silver is the bark. Oh! Lothlorien, Lothlorien,
Where time never passes, where *Elanor, and *Niphredil bloom.
Where the sun’s brightness never fades, and the moon’s shine over head ever glazes.
THe place were *Nimrodel passes through and sings to you.
Where the evening star will forever shine.
Oh! Lothlorien, Lothlorien

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