A hidden path
Through jungle's mist,
A candle-lit bath
Huge rocks amidst.
A charming nymph
In water rests -
A curvy glyph
From runic texts.
Her arm is bent,
Hair smells of grove,
And peace is meant
In every move.
She's not of earth -
In eyes marine
I see the birth
Of lasting spring.
I'm speachless as
I see the nimb
And think, 'Alas!
I'm in a dream...'
Dream
© Copyright: Олег Шмагунов, 2015
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