I came from North, austere and set
Where our hearts are melt by wine alone
The land of cold embellished with bloodshed
And everlasting hours of atone
She was from South whose tender shores
Slept calmly by blissful silky waves
Where time was still and joys had overtaken woes
And glory blossomed throughout endless days
The destiny in which I ever had no trust
Played fool of me and Foul and Peaceful met
Yet slow for one as for the other fast –
This difference time let us forget
Alas, there is no room for pride
We’re in one boat by reaper’s gentle side
Sonnet 1
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2017
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