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About This Poem
From the Mist
I once thought I heard, how an angel sung!
A vision of light in those, longed for years.
Enraptured in eternal youth, so young
Sweet melody, graciously she appears.
I wish I could remember that first time
In Spring, when my eyes encountered her,
A nameless girl, an angel, to be mine
An untouchable aura, do I dare?
We lay on the ground drinking the black sky
Till the morning sun bathed our eyes with gold
Divinely harmonious as we lye
Shaping our tomorrow’s, till we are old
That happy state we had, when love was sworn
Rising from your sleep, it will be re-born
© 29/8/2012
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