Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
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O Spring, though tempests shake this mortal clay,
Thy breath revives the rose from winter's gloom;
With silent steps, thou steal'st the frost away,
And mak'st the barren soul thy verdant room.
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Again, your face returns to haunt my sight,
Along the path of memory falls the shade.
Within this empty heart, I lost the light,
And reach for hands that out of reach have strayed.
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Sanjana! Fare thee well, I come no more,
Along life's road we chanced a fleeting meet.
In thee I found what I had searched before—
Rare moments sweet, in bitter days a sweet.
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Sonnet I — The Mystery of Beauty
What mortal tongue may frame what beauty means?
No law defines the wonder of her grace;
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I. The Unchained Sky
Fly, O bird, fly—thy chains I've loosed today,
Beyond the walls where greed erects its spires;
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When night descends, sleep wraps the dreaming eyes,
Where red and blue-winged fairies softly play;
Through realms of sleep our boundless spirits rise,
Where silver moonbeams sing the dreams away.
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You conceal yourself deep within my heart,
Like moonlight trembling through a fogged-up glass;
Though time has passed, your memory won't depart,
As roses sigh for days that long have passed.
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Sonnet I — The Dawning of Love
When first I saw thee bathed in morning light,
The world grew hushed, as though it held its breath;
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The sleepless hours now stretch across my eyes;
While shadows of your sorrow haunt my soul.
Each whispered grief beneath the darkened skies
Returns in tides that will not lose control.
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