Poezie

Sonnet 19

1 min lectură·30 septembrie 2008

Mediu

If only you could draw in every night

like stars drew beauty on the vicious sky

your glance in shapeless thoughts and say “delight,

I grew in pain with eyes beneath your eye”.

Then throw your sorrow from your soul to mine,

but never try to stare beyond a blade,

and give me hope when quivers must combine

all pity corners where I’m just a shade.

If only I could read in heart and mind

the best solution to an endless breeze,

I would reveal the secrets of mankind

through my perception of its pure disease.

My peace, your peace and our peace remain

with love in life when life is now in vain.

30.09.2008

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Ionut Popa. “Sonnet 19.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ionut-popa/poezie/1803799/sonnet-19

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