Loss

It is based on the recent conflict

Sonnet

Awa ke! My morning rose on a very clear day.

Men of honor and God of all muses is to be praised.

Oh, those shy flowers on that silent month of May.

Remember all those wilted flowers will be there raised

On that known day, when the silence will break the ice

Up above his mystic smile will bring the dead back on feet

Who is whose dew on grass will inherit paradise twice?

Now all lovers and flowers who were outlived will there meet.

May my love for nature’s murmuring voice remains unchanged.

While I only dare to tell this from deepest flesh of my heart  

The only promise you make is to love someone forever

Only sky is best to judge the earth in the bowl of night

Let us have a look at the new world of flowers.

All things which lay to us belong to heaven forever.

Author's Note

You are free to say anything but please be genuine so that I can learn and then improve