I dreamed of mud flats near an ancient shore,
And all alone I stood there as to scan
A primal ocean ere the dawn of man,
Home to the lost and mythic dinosaur.
This antique realm was full of strange allure
As past me on the mud flats swiftly ran
Nine feathered raptors each nine cubits span
To harry prey across the valley’s floor.
I watched the Sun sink low, a brilliant flame,
Into a sea no ship would ever sail,
And marked a mountain range without a name
In this lost real of such gigantic scale.
Now as the stars rose up and all went black
I left those shores, awoke, and hurried back.
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And in this sonnet, you take the reader on a vacation in your own dream. Lovely imagery with flow, meter and a tale. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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Superb
An elegant write, as usual, my friend. I don't know what superlatives to use any longer. Hope you are continuing to do well.
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