The Square Poem by John Lars Zwerenz
The Square
THE SQUARE
The jets of the fountain sob with ecstasy,
In the vast, marble courtyard, graced with statues of white.
A stream there flows for our delight,
As the sunshine exalts all solemnity.
And the emerald lindens which wavering, rise
To the lavender-tinted, weeping skies
Clothe the many florid boughs
As paradise allows
A glimpse for us to see
Into the realm of infinity.
John Lars Zwerenz
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