Sonnet -
The greatest torture, I have suffered through,
The loss of my love, no greater pain.
Come midsummers’ eve, my whispers are due,
I shall hear my lovers voice again.
As I search the moors for my lost lover,
I hear my love calling me in the wind.
Our lost souls quest to be rediscovered,
As she was torn from arms by the unkind.
Even their hatred couldn’t break us apart,
As my true love appears, I fall once more.
Travelled through the highlands, Scott’s know by heart,
I died to see the one thing I adore.
On midsummers eve, lovers reunite.
Horrors forgotten, holding each other tight.
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Whispers In The Wind
RomansaWhispers in the wind is about two lovers that were torn apart and killed, but were given a chance to reunite on Midsummer's eve. This is a Scottish tale. There is a sonnet and short story version. Hope you enjoy. :)
