Sonnet 1

Autumn trees fell sleep
In breeze of calm,
Leaves spreaded over silent ground.

A fearless man walks
Beside his dreams,
To find a perfect spot,
To sleep among the fugitive shadows
Running away from the spinning sun.

But he has lost
Both his body and mind,
If he is not destined to find a grave to rest,
Finding the joy is the most.

© Serena Devi, March 2010, Thornhill Canada

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