Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

When month is summer and wind is cool,  Why ought not the senses amuse?  A vagrant fowl of summer pool,  Beating wings for bed enthuse,    Nearby a juvenile on her window pane,  Sings a boredom song,  The light in darkness fell, The night grew longer by the rain,  What trees what  What roof tops shall take his dwell, along Stars illumin depart from the royal bethel,  Young jasmine too sleep in her bouquet,  Night crock was nervous, hungry like lobo,  A vagrant fowl, beating wings fell,    On land and sad himsel!  Heartfelt juvenile felt his breast pain,  O! you red star!  I had years regret and grief, but not a relief, She opened her window light came swift  That point him his way upright to her bed,    And pearly eyed fowl of summer pool so sad,  Rendered thanks to her and felt glad.

How do Crows marry?  And host their wedding parties on roof,  Of archaic maple tree, so fairly  It's like their assembly hall and every- Rook at evening sits there to partake, Have you ever seen? how do Crows marry. To taste, to taste, to taste, this wine...... Do for me, buy for me, get a guy to marry Me. How do Crows prefer their pairs?  It's an amazing scene of action,  They sit in prayers, and share their tears ... Mine friend! have you ever been?  Towards a maple grove; after  weeding, They fly over skies for their honey moon... Over centuries, they hold this order it's so pleasing.  ---Tum tum, just come; among some  Maple groves, they come from different routes, Along the evening clouds, when Luna walks, And luscina seated on rose, flutes. And so forth, a mirth over the lunar orb  And the sky smiles; miles and miles... How do Crows marry;;have you ever seen? Latter, they would rush to maize fields,  Of poor peasant to punder...

You, may not take a notice of Me, I am- A little lamb, with you on your green-olive mead Just please visit to Me-- O! I've rambled round your pinkish fields,  I' behold many Dea and Deos but;  Found none, so loving as like You,  Thus, please visit to Me--- Rumi, thou're to others I' may call You,  "Ever shining all time, a vernal beauty" Just, please visit to Me--- I' miss all kins, and some Amis;  O! geliebte!  I' keenly think of You, then my  Life's other arts and the acts,  Thus, please visit to Me--- Garden dove! , lie for awhile, on My pitiful-tree,  With a long sweet, and passion deep. Just please visit to Me--- Ah, you're born fair mine, Amor-dear!  Fair faith is bosom beauty,  Love Is not liebe; which alter's  with custom or along season-change,  Just, please visit to Me---

Liebste! shun the company of vile-like People May be, they would hurt your innate artistry. Never a weed will become sweet in relish  Even if you climb to peak of the Everest. And take care, Liebste dear! live with the reverence  Shall ever breed of raven; raise a swan?  Even if you apply tools of science of changing. Behold liebste!  Shall ever water of a bitter fountain- Turn sweet; even if it comes from snow-clad mountan. Dear my gallant! don't make allies with liar's It's a flu, wide and sound in their nature. Liebste! give away alms and gifts it brings the cheers....

A rock dove was! seated on a  cottage roof  Lamenting in melancholy of her love--- And an orphan Boy, sate below far aloof,  Was singing a hymn to his Mum  Looking at roof,  Rick dove! heard his lament.  And was sadden --- Came down along the wintry wind,  As the Boy was singing near his dark cabin-- She also start to sing with him windy side Then thin skined dove danced to give him peace of mind  And composed music throu her  crimson wing---- After kissing both scattered along the wintry light, so kind.....

--Body!  The heart is passing through an intense pain At this moment, that might never come again. Around fifty years; you've dwelt in Me And cherished Me healthy; like a green tree. O! you have prevented Me, from falling into sin  Rabin! though on some matters; we had disputes in. The tidings that you brought from time to time,  Trembled my limbs, legs and the skin. ---Soul!  Thank corpo, you granted Me asylum in your barn,  We have a secret union; that has gone adjourn.  I was with you,  O! beloved! on a lease. Restore calm, My reflection is removed from your palm,  You will be buried; into ash and sand,  And I shall return to some endless shore on;  as I understand.

Gray falling leaf  Moon is broken like pennant of a widow,  Every star friendless; sunk into thoughts. Very tired laying restless on the pillow- Clouds of grief stay like a funeral-  Some teeny O many heavy all endless- On music of hiccups, the heart weeps- Stuck into swallowing deeps-  I've not resting place-ravaged,  No loyalty or security; just am a savage,  A tearful life; My fate gave me-displeasure. Go away O winds!  Take your passage-  It is my fate to put to scream; my soul-  Life came up weeping-dolorous,  From my grief these're naught  the flowers, they're the wounds-  My shadow itself split from Me-  I'm lonely in festival of grriefs Thus! mine life is like a gray falling leaf.