Armagan Aydin


Sonnet

Thou kept little stars shining in thy eyes,
Even more radiant than mortal Sun.
The temperate grace of thine never dies,
Within my heart that thee constantly stun.

I’m drowning in the little stars of thine;
I don’t want to come to surface of stars.
Since I thought those were actually mine,
That’s why I refused to go to the Mars.

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