Valsa George Magic Poems

Staying at the western brink of the sky
The Sun opens his fiery third eye
A red tint abruptly colours the sky
With chiffon clouds floating high
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May has arrived, the season of sunshine and rain
Bringing the magic of bright tints in its train
All around are fresh and fair flowers
Peeking out from the foliage and peeping from bowers
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In the hush, hush silence of a twilight eve
Heard the gentle crooning of a dove
She was nestling close to her love
What thrill its lingering echo did give!
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Starved and ragged, the boy slept near the ferry
In his sleep he saw a fairy
She looked benevolent and merry
The fairy told, he could ask for a boon
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