Mystic Rose Rose Poet Sonnet

Sarang of My Good Luck

Sarang of my good luck you are the one, 
that shelters me when it begins to rain  
Merakian soul come be my southern sun 
my phosphoresce of day my sugarcane   

wild and crazy things that make me sing    
like basorexian kisses, sweet as spring  
The fantasist in me awakens with desire 
to make me feel alive and warm as fire 

Querincia lair of love we found our grace,     
we are no longer orphans now we're free             
to claim incumbent skies of night and be       
two amulets of heaven, face to face              

shining ever brighter then the stars above,  
giving to each other nothing else but love.    


May 22, 2021

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Christuraj Alex May 24, 2021 at 12:13 PM Your works are really great. Further, I can never forget you. You are the first one who gave me a note of compliment when I entered the family of Poetrysoup.

Vijay Pandit May 23, 2021 at 5:09 AM WOW! You shine my friend in exquisite vocabulary. Verses of love resonate in your oratory, Vienna.

Victor Buhagiar May 22, 2021 at 9:26 PM A mystic sonnet by Mystic Rose. Very entertaining. I know next to nothing about Eastern cultures but the sonnet is lovely to read.

Quoth Theraven May 22, 2021 at 8:13 PM Mystic Rose Rose, A Sarang for Saranghae. A utopian grace found in your 'magic amulets' among the stars over Shangri-la. Would it that we all drank from that cup. -Richard