SONNET READING

 




ALONE

by: Jywell Buscato

The time of stillness has brought down my sight.
Although the taste of vigor craves for quill,
My mind destroys my soul before the plight
And after the play of dusk ends with ill.
Its iron cogs reached its phase of pure rime
Where the gears break to riffle through the breach
If the vast cosmos cannot bring down time,
Will distance hinder my own haste of speech?
The distance widens my point of view instantly
Where little parts bond into a short song.
I even can't rip through illusions endlessly
And yet the warmth of one's soul strays along.
The chance of seeing her smile to the end
And the remembrance for my heart to mend.

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