A non-classical sonet
The version in the English language I will be listening to songs of birds - So sadness will be drowned by a river's flow; Then suddenly I will remember face of yours, And all would go back to the way it were - in my soul. Your image - desired and blessed - Won't hurt me - when I think of you; Though it for me - an uninvited guest - We've spent together moments not a few. I do not ask you in my fantasies to fly, But wonderfully - as though on somebody's whim, When I am sad or when retire for the night - You're coming up in my thoughts and dreams. The time is flying, quickly passing by - But often love doesn't let us go - who knows why?
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