Little pretty Lass
Little pretty lass The day was long and deep—what a shower! A rising cloud brought for the smiling flower. That is newly born and taking cordial kisses. From the caring sun and in the shining hour A young Gazzele comes out of the dorsal ridges. At that moment I had on my lips an aeolian harp. She looked at me with gentle eyes. I wreathed her Then she started to swing on the rainy grass. In the big plateau pasture that was full of yaks With my last laugh, I moved down the hilly pass. In curled grass, some thoughts of my misty past Were with me along the way, and my mini map Took me out safely, and I felt as though I was thickly lashed. I looked back, and she was still in knots of warm grass. As well as her baby heart being in her hand, When her big eyes fell on a hunter, her luck ran Exhausted, she got away over the sizzling sand. To save her precious life like a pretty young lass By fate, little Gazzele escaped another life attempt.... ©Poet Aff...