Cascading Sonnet
touching the orient blues skies
swing like echoes, dancing with the wind
that hide where the clouds smile
come bloom within me the wisdom of the oracle
Greek, nothing but the shy face that laughs
inside the innocent lips of the child
oh! come whispering sky and placidly
hold on every flower
and embrace in the mooring rays of the sun,
go beyond the moist of the night
as you captured the hyacinth of the oasis
brave thirst
wisdom listen every face …
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