A breath of air lifts the ash vale
Of the night’s dark shimmering coat
The moon’s wardens are quickly curtailed
As her sleepless watchers leave their posts
A moment later, the hills start glowing
Slowly and softly, the stars start fleeing,
The dawn’s misty haze is growing,
Burning clouds march, as the sky is bleeding
But where are you, love, as the world awakes?
Your dark painless eyes, now hardly seem true;
Not even a tear runs down your face;
Everywhere the dawn is casting something new;
Primavera, our world is now changing
Are now your sorrows finally fading?

February 17, 2003

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

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