Here is another sonnet before I go
To all writers, dreamers and imaginers
Howevermuch times
I try, these hands
Keep moving on
Their own, weaving
Vast tales of blood
And tears and I
Can't seem to stop
Whispering wind chimes
In distant islands
Where I am gone
To, as I'm dreaming
Vast tales of blood
And tears and I
Can't seem to stop
Thanks for reading
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