Those sleepless nights when ceiling is like a sky,
Heavy with floods of never ending thoughts,
Hiding the long-forgotten thunderbolts
Of memories and regrets that never die, -
Those sleepless nights, with feelings running high,
When you're but forced to re-enlist your faults;
When Fear creeps under the dingy vaults
Of splendid palace of your passing Time, -
Let those nights be blessed with your pain
And every loss, untimely and vain -
To err is human, have you never known?
Let rain pour down and flood your corridors,
Let thunder break the windows, walls and doors,
So you rebuild all that was overthrown.
5 января 2013 г.
A Sonnet
© Copyright: Юлия Николаевна Шувалова, 2013
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