The Day Before Rain
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Since singularity, the world's faded crayons,
Drought lasts for millennia, scarceness of life.
Light from the lonely moon casts shadows of swans,
The sphere was merely a mode full of strife.
The day before rain brought chaos and gloom.
Dark souls and stone hearts are pronounced.
Please them with wrath; don't make a room,
Angels tried to turn around but failed to denounce.
After rain, there's nothing but a piece of daisy.
The sky's illuminated as the southern wind bids byes.
Darkness still lingers—alone, maybe.
Dawn after thunderstorms, truth after lies.
The day before rain was an empty space.
If the noble's wife sleeps in a stranger's bed,
A disrespect to swans; 'twas a profound disgrace,
From a rhymester reciting vows on his deathbed.
After rain, a few pieces fall from above.
Vivid clouds and magnificent lunar fill the ether.
The sphere's alluring, swans drown in courtly love.
The day before the rain was beyond the perceiver.
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Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
