Through the symphonic voices of nature whose
purity evokes no doubt; insinuate thus realm of
Venus. Lo! at glimpse of hence bewitching sight
we observe the three handmaidens. Thus chassis
veiled along with mist pirouette around in mirth;
Zephyrus preys with avarice and lust fecundates
Flora upon the hearth.
Charites with their visions scheme; plead mercury
roaring abreast of crowd. Closeby Cupid’s murmur
aids; bid clouds above to dissipate. Amid the chaos
Venus chants – roseate glow of flambeau. Lo! eyes
unused begin to flow – anguish, misery, dolor and
woe. The last of leaves cling to bough.
At night thus angels croon and fret;
The tales of yore won’t soon forget.
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads