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Sonnet 11

When sea is storming at the shores
And gulls art screaming there
Creatures roaming all with force
Fire’s burning all with fair
The grass is so lovely green
With the birds and insects, friend
And all that remains to be seen
To rejoice and prosper till the end
Our happiness is going loud
Because the nature is beauteous
And it sometimes rains with sound
Giving song without a pause
Beware of the force of nature
As you must be careful of thy stature


Posted юли 28, 2010 by elan morin tedronai

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