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Sonnet 02
Sonnet 02
1 min
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Oh, the wandering bird – call out to me sometimes,
Times have made me a lone wolf; show me your sign;
On your angelic face, See, is there an abode of the divine;
As your footfall is heard, the shattered soul chimes!
The heart desires, to align our ballad into rhymes;
By the sorcery of odious seductive smile of thine,
The dreams sparkle bright and the trance shine;
Eyes– canopying the galaxies, shimmer dark times!
The desire for tranquil solitude drains the ecstasies
And solitary forlornness haunts even in banquets,
In the world of sadness, you're the reason to excite!
The season for moon to sparkle blooms by the Fantasies,
And by your thoughts, the hopeless saga illuminates,
In the world of darkness, you resemble the twilight!
