Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Dimple of your face, where  are your child's days? Those youthful years, that name, fate and the fame. Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have away gone. Where is your Barbie doll? Ah,  that little swimming pool. And Swan pair they used to sit in meditation on  The water's melodic tune, was it an Illusion? To the eye, or just a misunderstanding?  Where is the bird of prey? the wolves and  Tigers seeking to drive their  thirst away,  Where is your bamboo flute? Lamb on the leaping  Pasture, the night flight, glaring eyes waste away, See behind that trackless path. the wind blows Quite fast, we can't never conceal behind  As "How to live your life" is well defined. Where is your marvel of youth?  the fever of those Flaming eyes, Oops, how wonder  If you had  Strived to live for the holy truth, or maintained ties. Where is the splendid Sun?  Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant...

Look on dimple of my face, where are my child days? Those youthful years, my name, fate and the fame  Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have gone. Where is my Barbie doll? Ah, that little swimming pool. Swan pair seated in meditation on the waters melodic tune,  Was it an illusion to eye or a misunderstanding?  Where is the bird of prey? Wovels and the tigers  Seeking to drive their thirst away,  Where is my bamboo flute?  Oh! Lambs on the leaping mead, night flight, eyes flew  See, behind the trackless path,  The wind blows quite fast,  With a Shroud on mattress pad,  Where is my marvel of youth?  Fever of my flaming youth, Oops,  Had I strived to live for sooth,  Where is the splendid sun?  Regent of heaven. Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant  Path to nights lonely traveller,  trapped by the typhoon. Where are the sweet smellings of rosa? Ah, coquetry  of Nachtigall and his lov...