Aged stars will spread their winged white light
across a callous mind, a lively beam
reminds predestined calls: a Irish gleam.
My hands can't cherish liquid-made delight.
Unstringed hearts from nasty frames, at night
some pixie's pleasure building gnomes a team
to whisper mind and body tension's scream,
releasing youth again, soft buoys ignite.
Still wonders sky this fragrant thorny rose.
I ask for frozen moments, blooming joy;
each phase of wisdom's moon will anchored you,
and justice shelters dreams, sweet soul still grows.
Now Time refunds a soldier's girl enjoy.
Thus sunny flower: Love shall be your glue.
Author notes
a Petrarchan sonnet.
Rhyme-scheme: a/b/b/a/a/b/b/a/ - c/d/e/c/d/e
For Samantha.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!
Please tell me what you think
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Ohhh
I really like this alot! your flow was so smooth!
almost evey line was a metphor! i am really impressed!
Great Job, I hope she aprecated you Brillance!
Rend
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Thank you
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awwwwwwwwwwww this is beautiful ~ thank you you are so sweet
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