18 stycznia 2013
Fairy of the night (rosarian sonnet)
I saw her running through the hay sheaves
with her bare feet treading in the soft leaves
with dancing feet and blue shining eyes
passing some stacks of hay on far off farms
with a bunch of white flowers in her arms.
From the forest I saw her keenly peep,
while my open eyes drew heavy with sleep
in passing she softly made little sighs,
whispering she told me to have sweet dreams
accompanied by the sound of near streams,
while the wind bristled gently through the boughs,
before fading to sleep I was aware
of her eyes sparkling caring from her brows
and of her lovely shining golden hair.
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