Little Dreaming Elli. - Poem by Alisa Evsyukova
She was so joyful and naive,
For she believed in elves and fairies.
In that small village, where she lived
They called her Little Dreaming Elli.
She was embroidering her shawl
With pearly stars and magic orchids.
She was so different from all,
So kind, so innocent and gorgeous.
One day as she was walking by the sea,
Talking to the splashing waves,
She looked above and she could see
The light of magic rays.
A voice within a vision shrilly said:
“Your dreams are true, they’re sent to you
By His Merciful Grace, the Wizard! ”-
Then it was gone and lost to view.
No one believed her later when she told
The story of what happened earlier,
And everyone from young to old
Just laughed at little Elli.
She stayed as joyful and naп ve
But she became more silent.
Yet all the more she did believe
In a magic fairies’ island.
She kept on embroidering her stars,
And never missed her daily prayers.
One spring she saw in the sunny sky
Come floating down some fairies.
They gave her the wings of a butterfly,
With silky stars and diamonds.
They were so strong that she could fly
Out to her cherished island.
She flew above her village below,
Sowing pearls of blessings.
And all her neighbours marvelled now
To see her magical progressions.
She met her love on an orchid
There in fairy land that summer.
They fell in love and fortune’s seed
Grew into a splendid flower.
She still is joyful and naп ve.
Though others age she still remains the Dreaming Elli.
And her beloved, we do believe,
Calls her his charming little fairy.
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