Sunday, June 20, 2010

02: Sonnet I

There is a place beyond the mists of time,
a realm far older than the days of yore.
Few laid eyes on a domain so sublime,
as it hides from us in mythical lore.
Its sandy beaches greet the shining sea;
with a zephyr the golden sun does rise,
beaming its warm gentle light unto thee.
So welcomes the dawn of this paradise.
Exotic plants and trees this place contains,
where birds of nature sip the evening dew.
Here, their siren song no person disdains,
a thought known to many yet sensed by few.
Many things - illusions - this place does seem,
strange yet whimsical as if from a dream.

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