With a deep touch, <br />The red poppy awakes the grass. <br />With a deep touch, <br />Red wants green's vibration so much, <br />The sun awakes the sky's watch glass. <br />The sky vibrates like a string bass, <br />With a deep touch. <br /> <br />The red flowers bloom in the Spring <br />When the time of the green grass comes. <br />The sky vibrates like a bass string. <br />The red flowers bloom in the Spring. <br />I see the nature's purest swing. <br />The wind searches his bongo drums, <br />The red flowers bloom in the Spring <br />When the time of the green grass comes. <br /> <br />I see His love <br />Like a white lily among thorns. <br />I see His love <br />Like in clefts of the rock, a dove. <br />When red flower its grass adorns <br />And her dead Winter, Spring mourns, <br />I see His love. <br /> <br />Shadows are inlaid in color <br />When red poppy awakes the grass. <br />When the land is multicolor, <br />Shadows are inlaid in color. <br />When the cuckoo is a caller, <br />The sun awakes the sky's watch glass. <br />Shadows are inlaid in color <br />When red poppy awakes the grass.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-double-rondelet-triolet/
