Sonnet, I'Ll Call Upon You
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Peter S. Quinn
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I'll call upon you summer butterfly,
When fertile spring comes in freshly again;
With colours to fill meadows and the sky,
Nuance becomes new spring's artillerymen.
When a day grows up in sweet fragrant strong,
To fulfil and release the puerile spirit;
Our poem becomes an earth green song,
Dreaming and being affectionate.
And all that was in earth seeds so fragile,
Once more grows up fresh and ever so wild;
Like your wings are fluffy and erectable,
So is my youngish breast in spring profiled.
Summer goddess grow up thy coronal,
Before again winter comes to your bridal.
Bu şiiri puanla
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