CURTAL SONNET WRITTEN IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER
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Why praying soulful in,for the out side
God, temple churches mosques there but not God
By prying never find him dig within
Who I'm by question self and you will find
Before do melt rock heart come out find God
All question will be answer dig within
None there to tell where his,no worldly soul
All failed, all mundane hearts and souls filled mud
Illusion filled life ours no light within
On face sun shine, but in no light for soul
Dig in

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CURTAL SONNET with IAMBIC PENTAMETER
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Dear death I proud to have in life of mine
My breath my life my beats of heart is waste
That ticking tocking dials are no use
No death is like disease without a wane
Oh life without of death no soul.skin suit
Oh life you are not great don't proud just cause
Oh Death you are a aim to life.and goal
Come quench the Proudness of the life with gust
Oh Death just bring that shroud with box and Muse
Let us to bloom and fly with shroud and veil
Cleft dark with glint

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// CURTAL SONNET //

Mind not. i clefted into pieces thee
Empty hast breathing life. no paths just wind
Gusting tracing as fallen autumn leaf
Tis tumult destroyer shiva mind be
Thou never wouldst nor mast'ry steer tis mind
Oh fanny thou hast not valor stand on cliff
Of mine, if cometh offer divine breeze
Tis fading breaths away from mundane blind
Thy heart in lusty people's pensive puff
And thinkest divine puffing lost and freeze
In stuff

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CURTAL SONNET

Storms thunders inside,raining outside world
No shed protect.umbrella can't stop wet
And Rainy season found in summer blaze
To quench the dread and bloom the faded land
The Colours were once part of land to paint
Now land of dread lost colours dark became
Don't form horizon-rain don't clear as sky
rain.never stop till land become a lake
Let rain on land let acrid space by wet
And drops of rain in land of dread, it soothes
To grow the cactus stems with sharp clear cut

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//CURTAL SONNET//

Behold the empty dumbness deep, silence
Be world, dark rising dawn the morrow star
Isness like bosky bed and mountain rock
Tasting deadly danger Unchain of wings
Being a thoughtless bird on heaven far
In gloomy glen like rising as a lark
Outer i home is guest inner me long
All breaths are me with shimmer radiant light
I merged me became like I ego
Awaken slaying dawn is harden thing
Clean woe

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