Standing here and looking at the black sky,
The stars shine together in elegy.
Tonight they'll weep more oft than pigeons cry
To show their selfless hearts of jealousy.
Take the twilight down to Earth where we are,
In my arms like a dust of heaven's hand.
A nomad stops to watch the shooting star
Descend timidly on the Persian sand.
Just to find this glimpse of the other side,
Spirited away from Orion's Belt,
Most surely she should be an angel's bride
And I daren't touch where her soul has dwelt.
A precious promise that I vow to her,
To stay by her side until she returns.
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Sonnets
PoetryThese are some sonnets that I've written. Some are English (Shakespearean Sonnets), some are Italian Sonnets, and some are modified. They all have 14 lines, ten syllables in each line and hopefully a near iambic pentameter.
