Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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Cherry villa  ---------------- While morning sun covered up the chery garden,  The sight swell buzzing, with echo sounds of purple martin,  In early spring it's here fairly common, I laid a cloth in cherry tree, to read John Donnes "Death be not proud"  While green leaves start to lull twigs of red cherry,  And each cherry pair look like ringlet of lady regent...... The purple hue shaped up nearby scenes down,  Each baby flower;embroidery worn, smiled profound--- From the side of glory hill, the flying birds did shrill, And then happy gaotha; hosted a music concert,  A harmony of love drill, in the cherry villa. Amabilia ! the scene become so amusing,  As like a newly wedded lass seated on swinger;  While the shrine bell rang, the starling set forth to sing. And seagull too; cut short his beach sleep, And garden dove sitting brooding on windy walls of cherry Villa. Flung her wing in air to enjoy the cherry festival, Anyway, each f...

The clock stricks, the clock calls, The past is buried and the future calls--- Lilacs came up with primary colours,  Black eyed susan, all the mist has gone--- A throng of abeilles hung upon these,  fairly they carry out their duties--- The clock stricks, the clock calls, Glare spread into fields after the squalls--- Band of birds swing above in rough winds, And rustic filles're harvesting red fresas--- Chanting the chorus of new age of wills. The clock stricks, the clock calls---- No field is safer: the crow calls. to crow, Walk carefully through the hills by plains---- We see the flames into our small grove. The clock stricks, the clock calls--- No one gives thanks to your free gifts, O God of sparks. We are not sincere in our deeds,  Our means, our meals, our dreams,  With peace, submission and love,  all could become ours, The clock stricks, the clock calls--- ©Affaq Naibe 

Festival of flowers  Praise to thee! who granted you; the beauty, Winds and venues leap up with liquid sweet. Salutes to your petals; ah dear Tulip baby!  My heart did swell by your love and greet,  Someone an alien, just pass by your Eden,  Wearied of many days sojourned for a while,  I see, your scenes have become more florain And worry your beauty might beguile Me, Though I' m an only access to My family. Earth be feeling more fine; by your perfumes. What a worthy festival of the colours held,  By foothills, I long to make here  a joyful bride,  Nature have bestowed you the beamy dyes,  And your nude beauty is bewitching my eyes,  Stars in skies' re spending all their lights,  And draws nigh the night with the delights,  Nothing is so fragrant, as like glory of flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour. By: AFFAQNAIBE 🌹