Provoke (Sonnet)

what else can I say more  about thy fantasy

a few are to fight,  some  are to die

love, o' love in the  world of  intensity

where is a calm, where is a sigh

arrows and bows in the name of love

blood, tears and mourning as a part

 trembling with fear as the small dove

bleeding, unstoppable is my heart

folded are all in a layer, in a sheet

I call upon to fight with the decline

thou know  and will come with a treat 

to make all fine as ever not fine 

else take me, take to the end

thou live with serenity as a friend

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Memory of Moments ,sonnet

Why are you making a collection of bygone

Some matters are deep no doubt some dim 

For sure, for sure with the beauty of  fawn 

I never let a single petal from flower to trim

The wealth of joy for me always  to receive 

The cure for me always  to all woe n stress

You took  them today to vanish all grieve  

While ruling a world, they appear O' yes 

I can see flying to skies, with turning wings 

So strong some are, some are though frail

The sound to the soul, a sound of the strings

The way I used to win, the way I went trail 

So dear to me, to you some are rare 

In all memories, contentment is to compare