(For John Keats) :)
Fair the gentle mountain flower
hardy in the cruellest of terrains
smiling at the sun whenever
sunlight breaks through snow and hail and rain
fragile in the mist, a quivering
heart amid the maddeniing earthly chains
gazing at the sky a wondering
what on earth of freedom still remains
keep this mountain flower in your
pages filled with wonder, wild with wishes
never doubt the power of our
love, alive and liberal with kisses
hardy in the cruellest of terrains
smiling at the sun whenever
sunlight breaks through snow and hail and rain
fragile in the mist, a quivering
heart amid the maddeniing earthly chains
gazing at the sky a wondering
what on earth of freedom still remains
keep this mountain flower in your
pages filled with wonder, wild with wishes
never doubt the power of our
love, alive and liberal with kisses
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