SONNET 660
By JH Sayyar
O My Fair! Loneliness bites me!Past sweet days hit my genial soul
I fall on the bed like a rotten tree
Eyes weep as kids over the dole!
Spend time in leisure, think in lone
Days run fast, our wrinkled face!
Showing our past days have gone
Youth takes a new shape and grace
Let us console one another in rough:
Time: the best time of life; old age
Actually without you: life is tough
You leave me all alone I presage!
I play with your memories in solitude
You talk to me in kip when eyes mute
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