the farmer aged like fine wine
walks by his beast while his wife gazes on
their love desolate but not lonely
their life unadventurous but not boring
for the farmer wakes with la sol
makes his coffee drinks it slow
his love sleeping in lavish bed of straw
husband watching catching no flaw
he is out before she wakes but always in his mind
The slow mule ploughs as he walks behind
the farmer and the mule,close friends walk on home
sits with his wife watches the sun set low
falls asleep dreaming of lives he'll never know
Dude, that is honestly one of the best sonnets I have ever read! It's seriously beautiful.
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