I woke up to the slings of light
That nested on my wrists and knees
An opened window caught my sight
And brought street noises to my ears
Outgoing spring, oncoming summer
Seized humble dwellings from within
When heart beats up a little calmer
The soul instead begins to sing
Pick up a blossom and lay down
The sacred letters on the floor
Who knows if bearer of flower crown
At unawares walks through your door
I’d draw the M as in the month of May
But what a shame, the love of mine starts with an A
Sonnet 3 Maytree
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2018
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