SONNET 226
By JH Sayyar
Come back; my cute white Swan,
From the vales, lest the sleeping airs,
Should you astray, tomorrow dawn;
Rose up; on the other shore no cares,
I see you flying beyond your shadows
Of cares; slumber leads astray you!
To dark seas; to change your pose!
Turns negative, yea! I say most true,
When I woke up, come back soon!
In heart; the next your resting place,
For future glee where we will croon,
In love good intention is love grace.
My Swan, fly over my woeful being
Shadows end, the spindle is fleeing
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