A hall of four white walls under a roof
Window with a door touches afar sky
Full with books lick all the laden wits soup
Breeze comes from the legend tree of fair high
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Hot summer sum wakes me up in morning And bright moon allows not to sleep deeply No rhythm in my dreamy life to sing The song of ever true friendship solely but u must also try
Home! ! Descriptive! Hot summer sum! ! ! With the romance of your mind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Love the way you explore your surroundings with your words. One more gem from your pen. Compliments.
A nice flow of words in a good sonnet form.... a tinge of self pity and sadness at the ending lines....well crafted work- 10++