Thy! Thy! Thy mind is full of dim with mad,
O'casting of shades in the luring of feigning,
Husky binding harsh sound isn't refraining,
Only ringing the hoaxing of polished lad,
Wonderin' shouldn't pay heed; there wouldn't be casting of sad,
Trancing of notion hath a elegiac chanson, memories chaining
Dusky night's are fading, conjugating the parallel constraining,
Exodus of having another perfidy, creeping of distant gad.
Night is over now, flaming a mint of chance
Cries aloud & said- 'I found ease with a mild smile,'
Never dwell with the past, but to course with a wide expanse
Mayhaps there can be a glooming of askance,
Composure thou hath' to brace the mischievous bile,
Hold thy head high! Tramp like a prance.
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Sorry for the abrupt but a revised version has been included here —
Thy! Thy! Thy mind is full of dim within mad,
Casting of shades in the luring of feigning,
Husky binding sound is not over refraining,
Only ringing the hoaxing of polished lad,
Wonderin' pay heed; would not be light of sad,
Trancing of notion hath memories chaining,
Dusky night is fading without constraining,
Exodus of having perfidy and gad.
Night is over now, flaming a mint of chance
Cries aloud— 'I found ease with a smile,'
Never dwell but to course widen expanse,
Mayhaps there can be a glooming of askance,
Composure thou hath' to brace mischievous bile,
Hold thy head high! Tramping like a wicked prance.
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My mere attempt at Italian sonnet. Italian sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba, followed by a sestet with the rhyme pattern cdecde or cdcdcd.
And wishing you good luck for the upcoming year(s).
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