A mallon leaf in Lorien

the trees are ever green in the land of our fantasies gone wild Lorien, Lothlorien, a piece of my mind wanders on your grassy plains drinking your pure water and playing under the waterfall of dreams far away from the flowing of time and the troubles of races gone and lost forever... but not, Lorien with sparking stars and ships flowing in the sky not you... the light is forever young there, in the midst of the forest a mighty place and I can not think of a better way to spend my life the running trough Lorien with you my love isolated in the corners of our minds that still feel not the dark of this world forgotten running, ever running in Lorien my love...