Gleb Zavlanov

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Biography of Gleb Zavlanov

Just a teen trying to express his thoughts, feelings and ideas through poetry. Hope you enjoy. Updates

Sonnet I

Down through the Alps, immortal, standing high
Whose feathers are the clouds of passing days
And whose sweet bosoms touch the milky sky
And whose faint breaths birth thick and gentle haze;
Upon the hills and valleys, laced with white
And brushed by bonnets of the passing clouds
There is beneath the mounts, a lovely sight:
Which please all mortal eyes: soft daisy crowds.
Of all unearthly, flowery June treasure

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