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The Spring Awakening

By Pawel Markiewicz

The spring awakening



The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.
The snowdrops blowing in moony garths.
One listens to propitious paradise.
The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks.

I think of genus Primula from afar.
The wild boar piglets were born in a grove.
I feel springwards the warmness of a soul.
Native dreameries are fulfilled galore.

Springtide be primeval home of Naiads!
I taste the verdure of some climes.
You are dreamy like fairylike bouts.
The friends of springy morn -- are tender owls.

I can praise, bewitch Ovidianly.
Thus, I am able to enchant peaceably.






Article © Pawel Markiewicz. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-06-28
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