DrowningHeart696

The Sonnet

She was more than just poetry,she was a sonnet who's voice was the very melody that had birthed rhythm, her eyes held beauty without measure so much so that the metronome followed her pupils,she did not keep count,no, her spirit was not that simple, and me with my infinite love for music was haulted in time when I first layed eyes on her, my song had been... Paused....,and then suddenly restarted without imperfection....

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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME DH696 ~ Thank you for a very haunting first poem ! Some times into our lives there come a vision that totally alters our perspective. Yours BRIAN

  • Christina8

    welcome to MPS! Beautiful first poem. Can't wait to see more!



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