SONNET 220
By JH Sayyar
I miss you; today's weather fine,
Cool breeze touching my cheeks,
Your memories on the mind shine,
That is why your love; soul seeks.
You leave me like a dust storm,
I feel your presence in my soul,
Your love teaches in love to roam,
You live always in my sunken hole.
Every sight reminds me of your face,
Makes sad heart like a foster child,
Or like a racer who loses the race,
Or like a babe whose mother wild.
Every day O Rose I hope to meet,
Your wait more bitter, less sweet.
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