Enjoy the sunset or a star at night,
The Sun in sky or a flow’r in a field,
Or the blowing wind knowing not a side,
Where all are free! The Master’s hand you feel.
Who is a Master who creates this beauty,
For happiness of whom and for whose eye?
To seek for love? To have it, as a duty?
To burn in fire and as a spark to die?
You are the Beauty, the Sunset or the Star
For me who is fallen in depth of life,
So Thou shine, be self, love strongly all so far
While Thou have time to keep thy World alive.
Thy beauty has a gift of healing soul,
That sinner as myself wants stay so tall.
Sonnet 1
© Copyright: Савинова Евгения, 2006
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