We'll Come Again
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He that created me
And sings sweet old songs...
Won't kill me and make me old,
I know and I'm persuaded...
Years will pass as blank verses,
We'll come again, like swallows...
I'll make you feel the beating
Of my heart with my verses...
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THE RARE CHORD (iSviaTi akordi)
Even the rare chords,
The notes – pleasant
And harmonious -
Can’t fascinate
The dull ear
Of a hippopotamus…
Don’t “cast your pearls
Before swine…”
Don’t cast…
Don’t reveal
The splendid secret
Of two hearts…
Tsira
Lovely words Tsira, I will come again to read your poetry, 10 Lynda xx
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Dear Tsira, I can only say well done. Konstantin.