The Fountain Of Youth - Poem by Leopold Toporovski
Beloved sweet child, with white soul from God.
With music of Angels, and fables in your heart.
Together with Goddess, in green forest deep,
You roam, play, and dance in your child's sleep.
Grow, my child, into man, strong good and tall -
Grow into spring, summer, and gently into fall.
But never, my child grow out of your dreams -
The nights you danced, with silver moon-beams.
Remember the magic, that is now in your heart-
The enchanting blue skies, and sweet song of the lark,
The dancing twilight colors, like song of rainbows -
Singing farewell to blushing sun, and bowing to night's
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