Grief Italian Sonnet Poems

When I say peace, what comes into your mind?
Some fantasy, a world where there's no wars
No soldiers setting foot on foreign shores
Where weapons of destruction...

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You didn’t come that dreadful night
Or in the morning with the rain
Even through all my pain
You didn’t come, with all your light
You didn’t come to...

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THE SCENT OF WATER

Forlorn, distance roots between you and I;
Carve 'neath fire silhouettes buried grief;
Burn then blurred by irrational mischief;
Has crimson love gone pale and...

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When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill 
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to...

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But fiction you are, our Juliet, unborn,
mere humans find love so hard to portray, 
thus leading many to their death, astray,
fear not a Romeo is...

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The rain-god bursts in Himalaya regions
With snow-covered mountains and deep forests
There’s  Kedar temple for Hindu pilgrims
Coming to worship the god in thousands
Sanctum Sanctorum inside...

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Italian sonnet

Your hand in mine, preparing for goodbye,
our eyes are glued upon the other's face.
No need for words just yet, we span the space
that separates...

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I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across...

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