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A Sonnet For C

Postiwyd gan Stormer007 o Caerdydd - Cyhoeddwyd ar 15/02/2012 am 10:34
1 sylwadau » - Tagiwyd fel Ysgrifennu Creadigol

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Though pain swarms your heart, due to love unfair,
You’ll not let tears stream down thy graceful cheek.
A feigned smile but heightens your eye’s despair.
Though standing tall, tis clear your legs are weak.
Your soul again wanders this earth alone,
And sense that’s known to strong hearts disappears.
Your now mortal flesh burns down to the bone,
With which he drums beats, to offend thine ears.
Your summer sky hath turned to shades of grey;
The sun that lit thy world hath become rain.
But life’s water brings room for a new day,
Where new love’s found, and takes the place of pain.
Unto the wounded, these words I impart:
Though fear comes easier, Hope doth rule the heart.

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