THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp - XXVII - Truce

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ XXVII ]
*** Truce ***




“Snails come
To feast –
Right here,
In the green,
Deep world
Of the grass;
- Have some
Dew juice,
At least!.. –

*** Root ***

From the east,
So keen,
Comes near –
This shy,
Sweet lass;
- Tell me
A story,
I have
No worry; -

*** Root ***

This rock
- Ticks fast,
While in
The new heart
A spree
Pour out
- In sluice
Of thoughts,
A truce – ”




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THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
Versification Treatise/ Poetic Pillars
Book I: English version/
Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads - The Harp
2018+ / 2019 ©Th3Mirr0r

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