Octave I I I Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Octave I I I



From this mountain, stand tall

A love bird finding its pair

Sing a heart melody, a soul call

So cool to feel, so pleasing to share

It speaks of a fairy

Quietly crafted on a unique dawn

Well made in whole without query

Like a rainbow in the sun

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