Summer smiles sweetly upon your soft face.
Over the meadows through the vales of green,
Every calm corner is blessed with her grace;
Yet you lie - serene - a sight to be seen
Bundled up with the honey and clover;
With tunes of bliss grander than Pan's starling.
Bringing wandering souls ever closer,
Captivated by your allure, darling.
Near the distant lake, you are the White Swan
O'er-brimm'd with such majestic elegance:
Strengthened by my ring that you have forgone.
Your warm guiding light will be my credence,
So wake up; join me in eternity
With honey and clover for you and me.
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Author:
Vaeu (
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- Published: August 13th, 2018 18:11
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