Terza Rima Sonnet
Caught in my Compact
Wade through the squalor, shaken and straining
Consciously, Head held high, anticipating
Storm breaks overhead and now ‘tis raining
Movement round me sluggish, on nerves, grating
Breathe deeply now, settling apprehension
Yet my heart is open, anticipating
Mind deliberates on my perception
Rain still gently falls and I absorb it
In this journey here from my conception
Glimpsing a bench, I walk over and sit
Sensations are strong, you come nearer
I close my eyes lean back, snooze for a bit
Open my compact, catch you in mirror
As you approach, your face getting clearer
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I would like to translate this poem
Filled with feeling that transports to the sene of action. Thanks for sharing.