THE CALL

    ✍🏾Sonnet of Saintpradol
                                   

Title: THE CALL📲


 When I heard the call,
Gazing through the window,
Calling coming like sojourn ball;
His light fought my shadow.

Oh how beautiful it looks!
Whenever he rise from the East,
Calling, calling  cleaning the breeze,
What a chance for change  East became west.

Oh what a change it bring!
Oh what a change it spring!
Don't you see or feel is torch?
When he set from far away
Hope to shine come again,
Thou the time comes with pain.