121 (29.11.2014)

Enough of all this sordidness I quit
I want to watch sweet flowers bloom again
And feel a little warmth, and gentle wit
And think of things that no-one can explain.
Poppy, White Lily, Purple Tulip, Rose
The summer sun, a warming gentle breeze
The feel of lapping waves upon my toes
A gust of wind a joyful, raucous sneeze.
Perhaps it's time to start another ring
Yet not of Love or Sin but nature's wealth,
Put by these thoughts that such confusions bring
And wallow in the universe itself.
Have to remember so I'll write it down,
1st of December start new sonnet crown.

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