The Sire…
Designs celestial sown of molten grains,
Burns in hollowness the munificent;
Of every color divine tranquility rains,
Behold sires aura magnificent.
The seeds of spirits spread in vast abyss,
A mighty fire yours apt for core to thrive.
Enlightened rays conjure elemental bliss,
Prudently binds trinity, bestows life.
The strength of sun transpires in every form,
Perhaps, naivety womb of skin conducts.
Visceral wish to be supreme the norm,
Conceptions false engulf the byproducts.
Augments the foolishness of sons their plight,
Myriad blessings filled in fathers light.
[English sonnet]
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