SONNET
513
By JH
Sayyar
When Friday sun will rise
Ah we shall meet in a dale
Shall sing songs with cries
Pixies over the heads hail!
I will rest on the silver hair
Fingers will trace red breast
Dim eyes looking at my Fair
Your red lips; my fingers test
Two souls merge tonight soon
Like water into water in ocean
Seeing at the sight birds croon
O Lady our kisses dale potion
O Rose Love never, never dies
In her song holy Phoenix cries
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