Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Through the meadows*

Through the meadows
Where flowers wild bloom
Seen the girl walking her way,
The sky bright and cottony clouds
Over her head hung like a Dream,
Seen her, the country girl, treading
Across the grass, bushes, Myrtles
As if she was there to make out
Life and love by the bless of the day,

She walked , she sang, through the meadows
She walked , treading her way, not looking
At me, who stood a few paces away
From her, watching her happy feet,
Her jocund existence , merged with the wild,
Seen her, the country girl, walking and singing,

Watching her, and the profound nature,
So beautifully joined, was so enchanting
That i stood there just, taking in the Heavenly scene,
Into me, forever, binding me to the landscape.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Alexi Zaitsev; courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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