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| Lena Vladimir Milovanovic |
Your soul is a chosen landscape
Where charming masqueraders and
bergamaskers go
Playing the lute and dancing and
almost
Sad beneath their fanciful
disguises.
All sing in a minor key
Of victorious love and the
opportune life,
They do not seem to believe in
their happiness
And their song mingles with the
moonlight,
With the still moonlight, sad and
beautiful,
That sets the birds dreaming in
the trees
And the fountains sobbing in
ecstasy,
The tall slender fountains among
marble statues.
Composition By:
Kay Lynn Gabaldon
July, 2015
July, 2015
