Sonnet 5 Loneliness Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

I feel the orby loneliness get close
But it is a prelude of harmony
And a chance to lose the monotony
That always piles and is hard to dispose.

I will read the verses that I compose
And I will hear the purling symphony 6
Of fountains richer than gold or money
That in my mind of other times arose.

I will have time to reach elysian mirth 9
Bedded and snarked in my own fantasies
And I will listen to my muses that flirt.
While they create eternal ecstasies
I will breath perfume of roses that lilt
In a wind full of other fragances.
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6-. Purling= that moves in ripples or with a
murmuring sound.9-. Elysian mirth= sweetly
blissful, beatific, pleasure.