At The Bottom Of Mont Blanc Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

At the Bottom of Mont Blanc


Smiling of this dazing flower
Sheds pearl at mind

O dear! O dear! O dear!

DO-RE-MI-FA-SO-LA-TI

O flower you tell me
Why smiling of dear is so sweet?

Listening is plunged in waterfall flows
Sun sets in lap of cloud

Guard I am die at tap of my dear

O dear! Grasp my hand
Let’s go to heaven across the blue sky

Where the dear men like the flower in form of death

Cursed love wouldn’t be arranged
If thy wouldn’t follow the evil

Expelled from heaven this hell- love I love

Love brighter this Paris city
Entire star’s light is desire of affection

Youth of heaven rises by murmuring of la Seine

Let highest pick of Alps
Be awaken at Mont Blanc

Let wake up the prowess of making love.