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Under the lime tree
On the heather,
Where we had shared a place of rest,
Still you may find there,
Lovely together,
Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed.
Beside the forest in the vale,
Tándaradéi,
Sweetly sang the nightingale.

I came to meet him
At the green:
There was my truelove come before.
Such was I greeted —
Heaven’s Queen! —
That I am glad for evermore.
Had he kisses? A thousand some:
Tándaradéi,
See how red my mouth’s become.

There he had fashioned
For luxury
A bed from every kind of flower.
It sets to laughing
Delightedly
Whoever comes upon that bower;
By the roses well one may,
Tándaradéi,
Mark the spot my head once lay.

If any knew
He lay with me
(May God forbid!), for shame I’d die.
What did he do?
May none but he
Ever be sure of that — and I,
And one extremely tiny bird,
Tándaradéi,
Who will, I think, not say a word

Poem by: Walther von der Vogelweide

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lime, limeo, fruit, omar, dakhane, citrus, عمر دخان

Omar Dakhane is an Algerian photographer based in Dubai.

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  • Kornrawiee
    Kornrawieeabout 3 years ago

    “If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”
    Maya Angelou said, and I think so.
    ………….
    Wonderful idea to make the beautiful artwork, thank you to share and inspire:)
    Best regards,
    Sunny

  • Thank you for the comment. It honors me that you find my work beautiful. You have such a wonderful portfolio and I was really impressed by it. All the best :)

    – Omar Dakhane

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