the faery isle. a work of Poetry by gj0800 (beki salmon) over the misty isle i see the twisted oaks of the realm, faery. Atop a mountain fair and yes, i see a river there. a river true, which hides the folk from peeping eyes, although, no-one comes here now-a-day and many a wood is left untouched by human hands. and still the lands drift further from the elfin trees drift away, from not the seas, but from the hearts and minds of others. though this the faeries rather. Created on Sun, 7 Sep 1997 and last modified on Fri, 27 Feb 1998.

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