Saturday, June 24, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

371
Once sitting among the flowers, says me the rose
Our colors are fading and tenderness losing charm,
She does take our beauty when your mistress goes,
Plucking the flowers she binds us around her arm,
Listening to the flowers’ grief I politely reply,
You are true yes, everything’s beauty she steals,
Looking at my Rose’s beauty and can make a cry,
Everyone in water, in air, in fire and on earth feels,
Thus I sit by the flowers and watch the falling tears,
On ground, withering face like flying to death man,
Knowing she drinks synthetic blood dissolve fears,
Then I pray seriously for the woman beauty fan,

A vampire sucks blood, a woman blood’s soul,

That refines her beauty, but burns with white coal