To***A Poem by Gleb ZavlanovA love poem...
Down
through the Alps, immortal, standing high Whose
feathers are the clouds of passing days And
whose sweet bosoms touch the milky sky And
whose faint breaths birth thick and gentle haze; Upon
the hills and valleys, laced with white And
brushed by bonnets of the passing clouds There
is beneath the mounts, a lovely sight: Which
please all mortal eyes: soft daisy crowds. Of
all unearthly, flowery June treasure Of
all the decors and bouquets of spring Perchance,
the fairest, by all equal measure Yon
daisies, in the moist glades, lingering And there where such soft blossoms dance
and play Are you and I upon a summer day © 2014 Gleb ZavlanovAuthor's Note
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Added on February 12, 2014Last Updated on February 12, 2014 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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