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Such deep, impassioned, love
startles our mortal ways.
Could we possibly have that
same eternal love?
Flowing in our souls and blood,
and being blind, make light of it?
How blessed, how young, how
fortunate, they!
To refuse on this fetid earth to stay.
Like new wine from the vine, they
still in sky tiptoe!
Willing to live in eternity, oh!
Not a beautiful flower, nor stunning sunset, no....
Could keep them here, this so
temporal a place.
Be still, and you will hear their
laughter.
It whispers in trees, both day and
night, a fortnight and forever after.
October 14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully expressed poetic sentiment. Loved it! : -)
Thank you Tamara. Just saw your comment today 4/15/2020. So sorry....Panagiota