Thy wrestled bones in slumber be,
For fortitude of decency.
My mind with vagueness I propose,
How me, so I love the rose.
Bent and broke her twisted thorns,
All alone my child be born,
Rested from a slumber of,
Her petals of the truest love.
Bloom for me as the midnight moon,
Lights the shadows dark,
Twisted, turning in a world,
Of an ether gentle harp,
I love thy bed, or so to dream,
In the purest waters stream.
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Comments2
A very nice sonnet in most classical form. Lovely words
Im glad u enjoyed it. Thanks again for reading.
You are most welcome
I read it aloud, and loved every line!
Thank you for reading. 🙂
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