"amoenus" poems
My walls be made of books
The bed wrapped in folds
All I need
Is the silence of the void
And a dim white light
Telling me
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May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
Blades of deadly green grass
Flowing through the mountain pass
Cut by streams like flowing glass
Icy cold to the touch
Reflecting luminous golden rays
Gifted from heavens above
A modest man tends his cattle
Watching closely with one eye
The other capturing a picture so sublime
A life of duty he would never decline
Tree's sway to the breath of the wind
Testing the strength of their limbs
Birds dance , singing hyms's
Flowers stretch their petals high
Towards the light so bright
All the while a man tends his cattle
In a mountain pass
Full of beautiful green grass.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC