Sonnet # 21 by Luis A. Estable

What has my destiny so cruelly done?
Why I so badly treated by this time?
Should I suppose for me there is no fun?
And that my life to live an ever climb?
If I seek her, no rosy price but death.
But then not her,yes, hell pure paradise!
All over me her name:Elizabeth!
If human I`m, why should I agonize?
Why love if then on earth with races this?
I konw one thing; blood everywhere is red.
It`s true; I wish the serpent with her hiss
Could make us see we all some blamish spread.
Oh, eyes, the way you justice do is sadness!
I`ve cried so much my pain I am so tearless.

End of the poem

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The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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