To Sisyphus
Walking on the rain with the one I love
Carrying him to everywhere with my heart
What a Damascene braveheart…
And my only hope…
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
The sound I hear this passing night was his voice
Either emperor or clown,
He is my Sisyphus in London town…
Sonnetist: Elif Selin
Wharf: Canary
11th of January,2020
Kayıt Tarihi : 28.2.2020 18:59:00
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