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Of Spring (My First Sonnet)
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Of Spring (My First Sonnet) |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Of the dead garden I see before, These old and tired eyes saw daylight, Sunshine amonst the flowers of lore, From the red roses and bluebells bright, Dreams from a nealy forgotten past, Now doth lie under the bitter cold, The snow provides a blanket, a mast, From frozen in the dreams oh so old, This winter has been so long and hard, And so the garden will long for spring, To elminate the blues and gaurd, And wait to see what my heart will bring, And upon me the old feelings I lack, Spring returned and the flowers are back. Don't ever give in, if you do you've lost everything you've ever had and everything you hope to gain, but if you carry on your already winning. |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Beautifully expressed. Looking forward to those flowers. Thanks! A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Very nice! I guess all of us are longing for spring flowers......at least in the northern parts of the country. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Oh I like this. There is nothing quite like the old forms of poetry. Beautiful. Joyce |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Walker - They'll be back soon, Ihope  Trillium - Know what you mean all we seem to get is rain Joyce - I've only just, got the hang of these took me a while. thanks. Don't ever give in, if you do you've lost everything you've ever had and everything you hope to gain, but if you carry on your already winning. |
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