Octave I I I Poem by Martins Akhoeneto
Octave I I I
From this high mountain, let us stand as one,
Like love-birds finding pairs beneath the sky;
Let heart and soul sing softly as they fly,
While joy unfolds beneath the warming sun.
A fairy tale that dawn itself has spun,
So quietly fashioned, beautiful and rare;
Made whole in love, beyond compare,
Like rainbows flowering where the sunbeams run.
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