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To The Sun: (a Keats Sonnet)
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Sonnets O sovereign Sun, a legion odes dost thou inspire,
as at thy shrine, the planets gather to adore.
Unthinkable is a day absent of thy sacred light.
What gentle morning dove has set thy soul afire...
such energy that emanates through every pore,
as thy ardent blaze ravages the boughs of eager trees?
Lackluster are the silhouettes cast by the night,
unlike the amorous shadows gilt by thy desire...
Thy zealous fervency ignites into their very core.
Thou paints the achromatic skies with solar sight
in fiery hues reflected by impassioned seas...
as entranced mists, in homage, pirouette below thine eyes.
May thou ne'er take umbrage, may nature ever please...
and in thy warming embrace, we shall e'er aspire to rise.
© Ravenne
I don't believe in coincidences, only destiny.
Wow! This is a million times better than mine!!!! Love it!!! Is it about God as well? :)