Sonnet№ 11 (Rasim Safe)
You are my success, I succeed to you:
My majesty – meadow magic
Where every good seed of goodness has
The melody of the universe – the infinite, the major.
Mocking stoicism – slingshot for crowd
And every shot mediocrity tries to scream,
What fun break showcases truths around
And blind faith in a mystical dream.
People rapidly pulled skin face
Then the horizon of the thinking.
And easier for mediocre drivel graze
Then to be the successor to the meditative feeling.
Nice face, good place to meet, certainly,
And each made each other certain.
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