(I had written these for Joanna but I dared not showing them to her)
Soul of the river Boyne
She is the water shining as white silk
Trees and stones revered her
A young godess of the river.
Alive like a gem of fire
A tumultuous tempest
In a guileless time she fought.
A tumultuous tempest over now.
And years after the storm calmly remains
A peaceful bank .
Foamy waves , a little salt and grainy sand;
A little red in the twilight.
And years after the storm
She glides peacfully
She glides peacfully.
Emerald eyes
She is a friend of mine
I see a sheen of light
In her warm and soft smile
I am dazzled for real everytime
She is a friend of mine
A sheen of ginger
in her smooth dark hair
Her eyes blue and soft
A bit of that spirit she wears
named Emerald eyes.
She is a friend of mine
She speaks with her voice quite steady
A tongue a little piquant .
Still I think I enjoy letting myself
falling in love, innocent is my own prospect.
If on her table there is no water
I would like to have shared more drinks.
She is every day at school with me
Still she has an expression of mystery
Is there something I will never see?
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