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Oh childhood...
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Oh childhood... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Oh childhood, -- the years of bliss, Of love that struck me premature! My Russia, oh, how much I miss Your warm embrace, so mild, pure! When passion and emotion surged And I would lean upon your ribs And suck the juices from a birch As milk was dripping from my lips... And now, you’re flowing in my veins, In me, my Russia, you abide! And the thirst for your spirit remains And the milk on my lips hasn’t dried. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Oh what emotion this piece evokes...the love and loyalty you have for your country is inspiring, Master, and the beautiful way in which you have chosen to express it is remarkable. So well written! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
It is wonderous to see your patriotism shine through your words |
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hsystems Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 319Murray, UT, USA |
Master, this is fantastic! Your love for your country shines through in this wonderful poem, and reminds me how much I love my own. Thank you for sharing!  Troy Beautiful, Thought-Provoking Poetry http://www.h-systems.net/p1.htm |
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