Naked virgin of the dark forest
Sitting on lotus petals
Her hair touches the lake
Water ripples slowly reflecting lights

Her smile
Showing the way to a treasure
Buried deep in the mountains
More precious than life itself

She recites a sonnet
With her calmest voice
Like a mirror to one’s soul
A kaleidoscope to one’s heart

I humble upon her
As I taste her tears
and she lost in fears
caresses my love, hears.
Pieter, any comments?
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Cool, maj. You're finishing it.
Humble on her or perhaps stumble on her.Like your poem.
Thats a good sonnet!
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