Poetry Spell
The sonnet of my fresh pen from the century of freshmen,
Will the poets be overwhelmed?
Meditating to comprehend my stand
I couldn't write a couplet for so many years.
She left me in a spell with no idea,
So to this day I can no longer keep my stance
In the environment I used to blend.
My brother used to tell me how bad things can turn
But for her my heart was already drowning in hell.
Sonnet of my pen, my outmost love wish you well.
Let me bow before you and remove my hat,
I am taking it from my heart hoping to excell
The same way we fight our way through the entrance.
The essence of the mind is its methodological shell.
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