STEPHEN GILL'S SUFI SONNET 54
Stephen Gill's Sufi Sonnet 54
No bird or butterfly. Flowers lack fortitude to fragrance the grass.?Dry willows remain tied to their roots fearing what nature safely plies to finish her function. The forces of rain have absolutely failed to abate the memories of our ambles. Brutal gusts are shaking trees but our bond is the unshakable lea where the pelican wings rest in peace. In the album of days my lyrics on your unfailing solace shall survive. I wait for your mighty return with the tears of anticipation that make me utterly alive. To suffuse fully in you I stay for that mighty sight.?
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