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The Shakespearian sonnet about my dog

By Paweł Markiewicz

The Shakespearean sonnet about my dog

You hound are a starry night over fog,
Fallen in love with the Epiphany.
The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog.
With your tender garden -- is so dreamy.

Bewitchment of stars, your ability.
Your hunting is dearer observation.
A moonlit night is your eternity.
May the soft ghost be in adoration!

Roses awoken in glory -- starlet.
You can taste, listen and feel them galore.
Enchant the nectar in druidic glade.
It was drunk from Ovidian amphorae.

Be, you dog, a heart-shaped meek poet!
Broken wings of loneliness are dead.

Article © Paweł Markiewicz. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-03-29
Image(s) are public domain.
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