© 02-17-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved(sonnet with two ending couplets)
The rains of winter days, repeat our words
philosophy of dusk and truths perceive,
her passing wraith my stranger's heart aggrieve
- unspoken words percuss on festal chords.
When at nocturnal hours the shadows link,
- that lonely woman's never sung - night song,
red wine - divine her splendor turns fore dawn,
her spread to highs, tall sails egress to sink.
Sea waves convey to ports two dancing forms
where tears and laughs subside the dark to feel,
her soul that gallivants love wounds to heal,
rain priestess saves her lonesomeness in storms.
She offers red wine toasts where sorrows fade,
and glimmers laughs the timely wrongs to trade.
With colored ribbons flies to highs and bold,
wine crimson spills that mountain mists enfold.
© G.V. 02-17-2013
(sonnet with two possible ending couplets)
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