- The Maid - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev
- The Maid -
Rating: ★2.7
A Troubled Maiden standing Still
Dressed in a gown of diamonds rough
Upon her head the leaves seem ill
Shaking Beneath the rain with a light cough
Bearing a necklace of fruits unripe still
Emitting scents of the foul rain
The Old Brute, Wind, adds to her ill
Nevertheless, the maiden dances, despite the pain.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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