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THE CLOISTER - by John Lars Zwerenz

Tags: lars scented

Scented with myrrh, emerald and moonlit, 

The silent temple of the cloister's blooms

Enraptures us as one, solitary spirit, 

Outside of our mansion's curtained rooms.

Amid white statues and sprawling eglantines, 

How sweet all life does seem.

The evening's hues upon the vines

Instill within our minds a dream.

And as the hours slowly pass, my love, 

I hear cadences from oboes and cello, 

Distant, distinct, sanctified and mellow, 

As a sweet, scented breeze

Graces our naked knees

From the linden trees above.


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THE CLOISTER - by John Lars Zwerenz


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