Sonnet 05

Sonnet 05

The moon forgave the sinful human way
The deceitful dirt shirt, not to be happy
Dark clouds crying out of evil footprints
Did not remove pitfalls of tragedy

The ones hid sins with erotic lover
Be impoverished in falsehoods, grew up
I didn’t know love is pure like a flower
Too bad, tyrannical sex, couldn’t tup

Bitter sea embroidered; poisonous waves
Crying in pain, murmuring in soul
Not asked why destiny of the life paves
For the cruelest games of the world hole

Biting the moon’s lips in the sad coral night
Drop by drop from the painful human sight.