Monday, June 3, 2013

Elixir.. wood rose morn...

O you white little fragrant angels of heaven
Where have you been?
Why have i not you seen?
Or
Actually have not i?
Through my dreams...
My eyes of mind?
Every spring?
Since was i a child?
Playing with you ...
At the morn so bright...
And so full of dew...
And lolling over the softest carpet
She the Mother for us always kept spread...
O my morn's woken up delight...
This garden...filled with a coolness so
i am dying...
Dying again by your angelic smell...
Laden
Across
A green wet moist heaven...
O in what a pleasure my whole being gets dipped
in the coolest bless
i just elixir sip...


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