I spilled my love over a porcelain jar
The fruitless soil soaked up it all like water
With hunger of a strayed jaguar
The weary soil, left past eternal slaughter
Now lone but once a flood of jade
Stretched out across the ridge of valleys
When coming near the state of fade
Always revived among the linden alleys
I spilled my love and it fell through
Deep cracks that squirmed under my feet
They webbed and curled and yet they knew
That traces of this weave will never meet
And for a moment when I looked away
A sprout peeked out from dusty clay
Sonnet 2
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2018
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