Sonnet CMLI
As if they had been brought to life again
where longing for - disdain had chose to lose
each petal would announce it an excuse,
to drop, before the risk of taking blame.
I wonder if for beauty one should keep
the overwhelming choice of having had,
contentment in the guise of being clad
in dreams that see us voyaging beauty sleep.
I pray like cupped magnolias seem to do,
vast lays upon the ground on meadowland
have often been referred to as the new,
eternal gift our love ones understand.
For one who has converged towards the few,
who lift themselves, so many of them do.
Silver trophy winner
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