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Compare Thee To A Summer's day
Compare thee to a summer’s day?
No, my dear, you are a goddess of dismay.
You are the bane of my heart, for you own it completely.
You control my mind without a single effort, and for that you are my enemy.
Thou art lovely and temperate?
No, you are imperfect and cold as Mount Everest.
You freeze my heart with ignorance,
And light it once more with a start.
You are not a summer’s day.
You are a snowstorm that comes in spite of the sunlight of May.
You are the rain that plagues those who have no roof to under stay.
You are the disease that kills and spirits souls away.
Compare thee to a summer’s day?
No, it’s impossible.
There is no way.
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Powder Kiramman
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