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Petrarch

Rating: 4.9

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Diana was never more pleasing to her lover,
when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked,
shown in the deep pool of icy water,
than I was by the mountain shepherdess,
standing there to wash her delightful veil,
that keeps blonde, lovely hair from the wind’s stress,
so that, now heaven’s fires overspill,

she made me tremble with an amorous chill.
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Adeeb Alfateh 03 August 2019

if I am not wrong, from that brow high and clouded, a ray of pity shines, that, to some degree, .. greatly penned 10++++

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dad and mom 19 April 2018

ushib babr larshrwa gushi ushi looshi

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Ratnakar Mandlik 20 July 2016

Superb poems and a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing here.

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