(A Shakespearean Sonnet I had to write for school.)
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The breeze whispers of secluded secrets,
And the fog tastes densely of precaution.
Those little insignificant moments,
Is where my mind resides most often.
The warmth seems to linger forevermore,
The gentle feeling of a loved one's hand.
Those summer nights I long for and adore,
Is what I imagine in a dreamland.
There seems to be a tension between us,
Comfortable presence that fills the room.
So none of this will we ever discuss,
But when our eyes meet I feel them illume.
There is too little space in my brain
To accommodate all of this migraine
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Poetrya collection of poems i've written over time (please dont judge this book and my writing on the first impression / poem. most of these are old works and the new ones are at the end. please consider reading it all. much appreciated - xoxo)
