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Sonnet 5: Love

Sonnet 5: Love

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Sonnet 5: Love 5: Why nights of March are so cold


Why the nights of March are so cold,

 Colder and gloomier than the December's;

 March, of spring, of colors and of Marigold,

 Why seems of waste and in deep slumbers?

 Why night lingers and veils the day's mood,

 Selling only black paint, not the rainbow;

 Night, the healer and the sealer, not the rude,

 Why seems lunatic without the moon's glow?

 Why forgotten morning breeze to knock at my door,

 And tries to gallop like a thief now;

 Morning breeze which stirs up even the gore,

 Why seems, the pain has burthened its bough?

 Why forgotten all the birds to come to my terrace;

 Why for me there is no heart, as my palace?


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