~ š Le Merle > ™
evanescent Under the dress of the night ,
Radiant, born the first rays.
A gent prince plumage tailgate
Just rent the day by filling our gills.
from branch to branch this lively troubadour
Sylphs Announcement to the sunrise.
Ondines it comes from lingering
To restore luster smoothed his feathers.
Behind this gorgeous plumage ebony
Hides the flamboyant spirit of a Mage,
Knowing moult secrets ageless
Where the magic plant is sovereign ...
He knows ... Helped Sylphs and Undines
Gather silk clouds and dew,
To weave a delicate fine mist,
Who opens the door World of Fairies.
... He knows the secrets of the forge and anvil.
Master of Fire, where he goes and sings
It inflames the scrolls of poems
And fanning the spark of life in deed.
... He knows the song of sources and sap
Who runs the sides of the Earth .
At the option of streams and rivers,
quenches His magic trees and flowers of your dreams.
From dusk he has no fear.
When the last rays fall,
It goes to the afterlife souls
And its dry singing tears.
Our Forefathers called the "Black Druid.
Today, Merle, this little gent Merlin
enchant our gardens again and again
In his sweet song of Love and Hope.
Hélégia (06/05/06)
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