Love is gemstone of the purest tint,
The most precious feeling in the world.
Heaven spark is born from her flint
And grow till the fire, that kill the cold.
Brilliant morning, darksun is scorching,
I'm that miner of black hole.
I dig depression, 'cause I'm searching
Some jewels for my rotten soul.
Rest in peaceful love after battles,
Some kingdoms come, but some should fall.
History - bad teacher, class in rattles,
We are children with million roles.
Time is nihilistic but crystal,
Reflects each truth and lie in Wisdom.
Brilliant Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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