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A SWEET SAD SONNET
My mornings smiled in the faint gleam of the moon,
while we sat together and held our soon,
the new water is cold but colder was my hand,
and the passion of your palms probed them in the sand,
you looked into my eyes and told me all about you,
the night slowly faded and the sky turned blue,
I hesitated to tell: oh! your gracious eyes true,
and I confessed the only girl I loved was you!
But those days were short,you spurned me through,
Oh! I rained to sow,prosperity and then flooded you!
Yet I am patient - patient like the drops of rain to wet,
counting-cherishing-concoting,the pattering on my breath!
The clouds if you bear me,there are volumes to share,
There will be rain again - no flood when we are together!!
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