Sonnet 42 Ready To Break Our Heart Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Stumbling into this dear life we get born
Fragile and weak at first, looking for milk
Where passions simmered under a soft silk
And where breath was held sometimes with forlorn.

Whimpering around we avoid each thorn
And between the morning surprise we sink
In a lake of lucid youth while we wink 7
With idlesse at flowers that fields adorn. 8

On time we grow to think of the menage
Ready to suffer, so quick to depart
With the freedom we have in the rummage. 11
From what seems best we choose to set our chart
Although soon we want to change our image
And soon we also start to break our heart.
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7-. lucid= bright, shinning. 8-. idlesse= poetic word for
idleness indolence.11-. rummage= miscelaneous articles.