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Sonnet- XXXIX
 
You are the finest tuft made by the sun
Pervading wind the reason of my plea,
Blew far away (like fading ion) spun—
To ether limit of man’s eyes can see.
‘Lone in the land for two after the haze,
You let me feel your gala’s old accord
In wistful hour lost joy could still be trace?
'Pon smile, a half-frail smile from our discord.
Though yearning has to hold me in to void
Words from my womb: a beacon realized
And truly are his lyrics can’t avoid—
By mortal senses where my heart (disguise)
Repeat the summer with this lad we’re fine,
Glad nature has its seed, replaced its vine.


(C) 2018 Veronica Gray

By amberdusk

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