To the River side
Of Our Origin,
Whence like a painting
Of landscape not knowing
Thou bring, me,
I think of our joined hearts,
Our Joys, our illusions,
Elation too,
And of the Land,
Which we love more;
Thank our hearts,
Poesy and paintings
Whence by thy kindness,
every moment for us,
New meanings
For us bring,
Then, love mine,
i can only Sing,
Praise Thine,
O The River
The Rhadine.
(*Note: upon a painting, by Alan Fetterman, from his two twelve piece collection of awesome paintings, courtesy: Cyber Art Gallery, Keith Linwood Stover, Iulia Gherghei)
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