Sonnet 05

The moon forgave the sinful human way The deceitful dirt shirt, not 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 the soul Not asked why destiny of the life paves For the cruelest games of the world hole Biting the moon’s lips in sad coral night Drop by drop from the painful human sight.