The aroma of the garden blooms free
Roses, daffodils, tulips; all are here
The fragrances of the flowers for thee
A stream, now a mere, flows swift; a sharp shear
A bed of flowers, filled with red roses
The bright flares of the sunflower-filled fields
The lush, green lily, the flower closes
A diverse collection, the rose it wields
Dusk approaches, the moonflowers they'll bloom
Wild hibiscus flowers shall rest at night
For nyctinasty has occured; entomb
The dayflowers hide, the moonlit show sight
The enamored garden shall be at stake
All shall rise for it approaches, daybreak
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"Sonnets"
PoetryThese are some sonnets that I wrote for a project, which are horrible by the way, and ended up being unused, so I'll publish them here for the sake of publishing them here. And no, I'm not gonna add more sonnets here and then because I, simply sayin...
