Sonnet 3: Filial Bonds

As unique as a Fire Lily’s debut—
You arrived a gem with resonate flare,
Blessed with a sanguine air of derring-do:
Your avant-garde lifts to your savoir-faire.
Relative time is of a special kind:
The past, present and future are as one—
Withal your ipseity is affined
To eternal recurrence, life’s bon ton.
The liniments of your life stem from your
Forebears for you to color-in anew:
As recursive reflections of their lore—
Immortal mortals: heirs issue redux.
Envenomed gall dissolves not filial
Bonds—love conquers all my sweet lineal.


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