Here she nears, the maiden
The virgin from the east
Birds are singing her welcome songs
Her advent is the reason of feast!
Her eyes radiate life anew
Turning all mundane to miracles
The snow peaks and the dew
Her face is freshness
pure
No trace of memory of the past
No link to Yesterday‘s noise or poise
Not a whisper backward cast!
Listen to her floating steps
As she approaches me nigh
Embraces me in fragrance free
Lifting my earth to heaven high!
Xavier Bage
Sat, May 13, 2017
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