Sonnet 1

 I wonder if I ever cross your mind

Like a sharp summer breeze or fall of snow

Or those bittersweet days of autumn, the crow

Perches on the thin branch by the hind

I fear I might be wrong— your kind 

Of absurdity, I am honored to know

Emptied of sweet moments that end at a though 

The world, for all its power, is too blind

But I fear— Oh Lord! The twisted and turned

I shiver and quiver of you reminiscing me

Months into years, letters slowly burned

For there’s so much you are left to see 

Fusion Sonnet, honestly but I tried! Let me know! 

Sahana