Poezie
Sonet 154
Her ankle softly torment
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Her ankle softly torment on the chest
Released my wings so sharpen and so thin
Into the breath of spring from east to west
And the enchanted world that lies within.
Two flowers blink and misty rivers grow
When I can see my body from above,
When all the riddles have the answer – no,
When Eden’s lost and death is chasing love;
But when I see the sprightly nymph, a thorn
Of woe and hope as heavy as the sand
Of time assured me that I’ll reborn
Between the pure sky and colored land.
For now: Farewell to all! I go to hung
In stars, because the destiny has rung.
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