Poetry

Sonnet #1

Divine desire for everyone you love

As peaceful as the morning sun in May

Post mortem passing to yonder above

Leaving everybody absolute dismay

The heavens above and the earth below

The gates are almost in your very sight

Although in life you were a poor fellow

Bitter joy bursting through your very might

The passing of someone close and loving

Depression sets on your mind and remains

Depends on your own state of your living

Whether you move on, wallow in disdain

Time keeps going all the time, on and on

Life is like a clock, off or on

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