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Sonnet # 209

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

Like water fresh that one picks up to drink.
Like fan that cools the soul on a hot day.
That's what you are to me, I gladly think.
And truthfully I pray for it to stay.
Like comfort after pain, had sadness some.
Yes, like one-hundred bills when one is broke.
Into my world you sweetly sweet do come,
And with good happiness my all you soak.
That's what you are to me, dear, of my brain.
And thanks to you I'm not no help insane.
My days are not cracked, dry thanks to your rain.
And you're so good to me, your rain's champagne.
You're helping me just dwelling in my head.
Imagine you in flesh with me share bed.

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Written on March 03, 2023

Submitted by luisestable1 on March 03, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic pentameter
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Luis A. Estable

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

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