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Sonnet 5

1 min lectură·10 iunie 2008

Mediu

Let\'s smile together in this world of stars,

And fly above a mountain of grey clouds;

Without a reason, buried with our scars,

We shall get rest beneath those ugly crowds.

If you would lay towards the stairs of life

Like hopeless spots of never-ending words,

I swear to you, my love, a single knife

Shall not be straight against my lonely swords.

From sin to death, from grave to stormless minds

They put us back, where no one ever dare

To look or reach, to be a glue that binds

The links of truth that we were chained to wear.

There is no glory for our tragic end,

Because we are illusions that we bend.

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Ionut Popa. “Sonnet 5.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ionut-popa/poezie/1787174/sonnet-5

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