Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Tumult on the shoreTumult on the shore  The singing stream in a virgin vale Patiently passing with mysteries of the past Like a mellowed female, in grief in glee without any hurry  How fair is her clear flow, sometimes very swift and then slow. On her shore lay the farries in row,  Blowing aroma over Affarwat's alpine grove And rose fairy rejoice in crystal blue murmur,  Looks so fair as like her healers' face,  Whilst the singing stream flow  through the brooks deep,  The moony beams come  through the windy scenes,  To kiss her looks, through this  daily love affair,  Is the beauty and and tumult on the shore. ©Affaq