The Russian Child

Seeker

The darkness calls the thrush to sweetly sing

It cannot equal her unsullied voice

For her pleasing songs my heart rejoiced

My Tatary bride sang with voice supreme

 

I reminisce her homeland songs the most

Her native Taiga airs did stand apart

That voice allayed my sighing heart

when singing of St George's gentle  ghost

 

Her childhood songs did sound like play

The heavens coveted her childish sound

All pretty lilting tunes and quite profound

Her songs in Russian were my rhapsodies

 

I can yet hear her ghostly voice today

Her spirit fills my life with melodies

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2016 12:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: She is indeed still with me. Thank God.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 19
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