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My first petrarchan sonnet
The Sun rises with its beaming glory,
The hues of floret & its sweet fragrance,
The cloyingness of the nature's presence
Everyday it starts with a new story.
Sometimes days are full of its norrie,
We are able to fill it with pleasance
By extracting it's natural essence
Nature seems like a floral nursery
The Moon set itself ready to arrive
skies are all set to welcome novae
Stars too are eager to glisten the sky
Nature feels so blessed, in this whole derive
And says thanks to God for this aroma
God too appreciates this nature's vie
The hues of floret & its sweet fragrance,
The cloyingness of the nature's presence
Everyday it starts with a new story.
Sometimes days are full of its norrie,
We are able to fill it with pleasance
By extracting it's natural essence
Nature seems like a floral nursery
The Moon set itself ready to arrive
skies are all set to welcome novae
Stars too are eager to glisten the sky
Nature feels so blessed, in this whole derive
And says thanks to God for this aroma
God too appreciates this nature's vie
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