Love Sonnet 172 The song of Summer almost reached its end,
The song of Summer almost reached its end,
And some new melodies will soon begin,
But newer notes might all to sadness lend,
As heart's prime song is not yet heard to din;
Life's rhapsody sings of much varied tunes,
From great follies, dreamers have always known,
To joys that, like grape vine, my sorrow prunes,
Inducing misery to sprout till grown;
But there are songs that strum of hope and more,
As in a songbird's soulful mating call,
But here's wisdom, or just a common lore,
Such calls, nary are made before the Fall;
......Lo! Even Nature dealt me added blows,
......As if I do not have enough of woes.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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