A poet waits patiently
As the cold night it bites
By the Danubius fountain
In Engels Square at midnight.
Only the stars
Observing from high
Give a faint glittering light
From their perch in the sky.
Christina, Christina ...
Bring your heart to me
For my fingers are frozen
My words I cant see.
The angels that sit
About fountains rim
Give smiles of approval
As she rushes to him.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2023 05:51
- Category: Love
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Comments2
I think this is a very sweet poem. Of course I am partial to the name Christina..lol. Beautifully done!
many thanks it means a lot
a wonderful poem, thanks for sharing
(one word for I love you
testimony, to a country
rich in cultural heritage)
as always many thanks
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