Oh, bright shine, please, give me
On more summer, or two, or seven,
If you will, to be able to
Like a bird veer to the sea:
Under the centennial trees I look
In the shadow, blissful, like always,
Her face, the smile of love.
On more summer, or two, or seven,
If you will, to be able to
Like a bird veer to the sea:
Under the centennial trees I look
In the shadow, blissful, like always,
Her face, the smile of love.
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I wrote this poem this summer.
I visited the seaside and met a beautiful girl.
Oh, the memories...
I visited the seaside and met a beautiful girl.
Oh, the memories...
Real poets will find something interesting in this song.
It's not common with the rhyme. Rhyme is the easiest thing to do. There are two of a very special stylistic means of expression, and people who know about poetry will notice it.
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