Thy Head Reclines Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Thy head reclines on the downy pillow

the curtains hardly hold the yellow,

reincarnation of the sun

which has the power to stun!

The head reclines to an evening doze

the sill holds a voluptuous rose,

reincarnation of sweet love

which has the power to move!

Thy head reclines before I kiss Thee

kiss not afore me, Sleep, I prithee!

Thou, reincarnation of the nill

which has the power to still...


05/11/2020