Just a Sonnet Iii
Words fade as a soup in water
Roses are not merely red, you just never heard
From time to time she consumed time like a time slaughter
Winter is gone, the coldness still is kinetic, he's a caged bird.
Through drought, famine and natural disasters
The love survived, naturally selected, yet they possessed scars
Spring used to come with blooming,
Now all it brings is glooming -
Then nothing was so beautiful as Spring,
Now it saddens the heart 'cause the thrush ain't here to sing
Roses turn brownish, yellowish and wither
All was lost in the flame of love, hither.
Dwell on the thought of the infertile soil,
At least the weeds never spoil…
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