"sonnet60"

let not us place a hood to absent words
when words now lost first flew with wing-ed birds,
two souls on fire that lit with just the wind
`twas with rhyme and beauty that she did pin,
though pin is what he did with binding ropes
so tight to form her breath exhaled in hope.
from light to dark then all began to rise
no more soft voice as now was in the eyes,
a soul in kneel whilst high amid the flame
two in reverse sow music none could name,
`tween staff of song this dance was built by song
smith's ease with jewel-led notes to him belong.
hunt not for that which one can place a quote
but to the boot with lips that will devote.

for Sahib
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
2jul12
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