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SONNET-17( ITALIAN SONNET) < This is the REWORKED VERSION of a poem named ' OF A SAVVY SCHEMING HEART' by Ankita Mishra>

The tawny leaf, shaded with dusts of lust
Parts from the crinkly stem, descends with shame.
Veiling disgraced sobs, angst and pains unnamed
Falls from lofty crest, betraying cold wind gusts
Kisses river’s surface- mirage of trust.
The river, sinuous, lures leaves from the stem.
Poor leaves fall like feeble flies in the flame
In swirling undertow, airy homes lost.

River’s heart, hidden, lined with vanity
Treats him with fake love and false sympathy.
Devours his tears, sobs showing forged empathy.
Then she flows on feeding her gravity.

For ripples may form with touch of dry leaf
The river flows on with no woe no grief.

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