A take after the following
poem of the week: Sonnet on Reading
Burns’ To a Mountain Daisy by Helen Maria Williams
That was
a special morn..
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A lovely
garden of fragrance,
lovely flowers,
and buds blossoming
like the angelic
assurance of gods
from heaven some special nod
on this
mundane earth and struggles.
That one
special daisy on morn,
That was a special
morn with charm
Assurance from
God’s succor,
Only source
of inspiration .
Every storm
that was blown,
Every moment
of aggressive blow
her/ his/ whispering
counsel from within,
his/her, common for the agonized;
in the bitter
morn, some sweet augury
a console throughout for the agonized.
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