Luis Estable - Sonnet # 67

A poem of pretty words and meaning deep,
A bird does sing; it`s spring and roses are.
The peaceful face of a child when he does sleep,
The brightness in the sky of yes a star.
The sweetness of a kiss when one`s in love;
A woman`s tears on face when she gives birth.
The friendly meaning of the lovely dove,
The look of human face when there is mirth.
Which of these things does move the most the heart?
Which of these things the deepest in the mind?
The person blind the maker of greata art.
The child that`s lost and does his mother find.
I want to say much more, but no, my firend.
Like everything in life this is the end.

Luis Estable

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