A sonnet.


Tomorrow's Box

Tomorrow always comes inside a box
No great amount of locks could scare away
Such dawn to rise upon the skies and rocks
To shed the masked light upon the day;
He may, with sly and cunning, leave his mark
Upon your burning house where you may sleep;
The flame, it tries too hard to light the hark,
In vain, to fight the rain, and thus, to weep
To you, the torch, a penny-worth to save
I cannot stress the duty one must bear
It draws a map to find one's self a grave
But then again you find graves everywhere

Aside, no mind the soft amount you torch
Tomorrow shall lie ever on your porch




Sonnet by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-06-25 at 07:54

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Trying again with this one, I loved it, flows beautifully into a new dawn. Have you been practicing, because if you have, it certainly shows.

Smiling at you

Tai
2008-06-25



testing testing testing, because the last comment didn't work

Tai
2008-06-25



What a lovely sonnet to start my day and what a sweet surprise to read you here again Michael, I was only checking your page last night and wondering where you were at. You are very good with these sonnets, this one has a beautiful flow as well as new day glow. Smiling at you, Tai
2008-06-25