Since noone else is attempting this one - I thought how novel: I've be 1st...
So - Kinda cheesy and off the top of my last brain cell - But I share anyway....
Hope you enjoy this personal Pushkin Sonnet of mine.
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Little Boy Blue In The Garden Of Love
... and the muscled Adonis with brick and stone
looked towards God's moon and beauty he sees,
whilst moonlit Goddess doth demurely (in tone)
strum feathered citar with Kama Sutra'd teen.
So exquisite his love. Such a dream of beautiful,
who'd dare see the pain? His eyes hold dutiful
secrets of yesterday: Years gone, recompensed.
Rise-fall of her breath to him just circumstance.
Music: such sweet symphony of love found anew,
and the reverie within lovers-two like anticipation.
The grip of such amore's the hope of emancipation.
Gentle: The breeze when zephir blows. Boy Blue
grasping onto life, for fate has been granted.
The sewing of seed in the garden's been planted.