once upon a sonnet i was,
in manicured lawns and orion nights,
the silver brook ran without a pause,
flowers rested in yesterday’s delight,
the wakening birds around me speak,
of a spirit kindred to my own,
i hear their long scythe whispering to the weak,
i was sure i worked no more alone,
but soon enough the sun did fade,
and my dreams just held on to speech,
unsure i was, without any aid,
and fog covered what was within my reach,
as long as i can light up the dark with my heart,
so long it won’t matter, if we’re together or apart.
robert frost
The emotion has found its thought
“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
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