Innocence is fragrance of a morning
That sheds dew upon a timeless bower 2
Where the soul feeds on sun and each flower
Grown on the side where new paths start forming.
Sprays of rainbows from the skies returning
Speak of angels and celestial tower
With virtues that promise to give power
While Maia's hand keeps the passions boiling. 8
There is a dance of Niads in a spring 9
Where the heart chooses its delicious sweet
And smells that erase any care of thought...
Voices of children that tickle and bring
Delicate notes that this young season meet 13
Join those old choirs that after Nature sought.
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2-.bower= retreat or rustic cottage.8-.Maia= earth goddess in
the Roman Mythology, sometimes identified with the Greek Maia,
the month of May was named in her honor. The Greek mia is the
eldest and the loveliest of the Pleiades, mother of hermes by
Zeus. 9-.Niad= is any of the nymphs living in and giving life
to springs, fountains, rivers, and lakes.13-.notes= melodies,
tunes or song.
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