Muse
Your stature is standing bassoon
Your eyes are burning stars
Facial features is roof of heaven,
A smile is a bright sun.
And your two cheeks are roses
And the hands are genuine narzan
And the hair curls like vines
The soul is the deep ocean.
The symphony palace is your voice
The tops of the mountains are your shoulders
And your autumnal hair
Lit a spark of love in me.
I learned how the mountains breathe
And the sun, as it flees from dawn;
Playing a tree in a field:
It writes a poem of eternal love.
I recognize your smell in the rain
And in the drop I will see the beauty
And your tender lips are sweet
And I know – I won’t die from the thirst.
And we walk along the alley
Keeping silent beauty
But I won’t find no one
More faithful than you!
25.09.2019
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