Sonnet, My Song
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Peter S. Quinn
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My heart like a song to remain little still
In its love of its everlasting string
From my miniature empire where I'm king
Of its glimpse and sparkle that I’ll try to fulfill
Their ignites from skies of blue distil
For every beat of love eternal sing
Like orchestra colors in evening cling
Rolled up in transmigration and refill
The perfume of its posy I hope you´ll find
Through the soil and gardens that lift their hose
In each step of giving that you may there bind
Like beauty of love before it all goes
My song is to you whom are searching love
In the vapor of the afar and above
Bu şiiri puanla
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