Wednesday, June 8, 2016

The Vast green land *

That Vast green land
How appears as the Refuge
For the twilight to settle quiet

In fading light how the twilight drapes
The country as a scene just to behold,
Where silence is occasionally interrupted by homebound birds' chirpings,

Perhaps there the village comes
To a sleepy trance ,
Every day, at the hours of dusk,

As it settles quiet,

And the river only sings
There as it has been singing
Little Joys of life ,
Since human are born
To live upon this earth.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached,done by Olga Odal Chuk, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni.)

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