"Sonnet 188" Seasons change but how would that affect your moods? Will you C/C this one?
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sonnet 188
fragrance of spring sweetly scents air,
, creeks running full of melted snow,
eyes not keep foolishly glare,
of morning sun's radiating glow;
more buds have opened up, aroused sleep,
greet beholders primal display,
, best before sun have climbed steep,
before dewdrops have opted not stay;
has springtime arrived time?
heart hears no sweet songs playing within,
pen conjures not single rhyme,
, sorrows score nary win;
......i grieve not when season departs,
......but love more when better 1 starts.
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. sonnet 188 fragrance of spring sweetly scents air, , creeks running full of melted snow, eyes not keep foolishly glare, of morning sun's radiating glow; more buds have opened up, aroused sleep, greet beholders primal display, , best before the...
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