here's a sonnet for all the roses out there who hate winter
i dont know, i being feeling really wired for since yesterday and i had to go and do the corniest thing on earth, i wrote a sonnet... i think it sounds like one of the most dorkiest things that anyone can do but i still took three hours to write the damn thing so i guess i dont think its that dorky anyway, here it goes, its called if winter never gave way to the spring, would sorrow and sullenness rule us all or Sonnet 1 (which ever one feeds my ego more)
if winter never gave way to the spring,
would sorrow and sullenness rule us all?
Trees would call out for the sun, beckoning
for the hope that they will one day grow tall.
Alas, sorrow blankets the earth in ice
as it's coldness has grown to make the rain
transcend it's common move of making life;
the thought's that life's twilight's hold will remain.
But in the wake of winter's distant hand,
the hearts of two souls form flames that expose,
the wonders that winter tends to distance
from the eyes and mitts of man's soul.
To free oneself completely from nature's crime,
let love enter and consume you for all time.
a sonnet... comments
it doesnt really answer the question i propose in the beginning but im working on that concept
if winter never gave way to the spring,
would sorrow and sullenness rule us all?
Trees would call out for the sun, beckoning
for the hope that they will one day grow tall.
Alas, sorrow blankets the earth in ice
as it's coldness has grown to make the rain
transcend it's common move of making life;
the thought's that life's twilight's hold will remain.
But in the wake of winter's distant hand,
the hearts of two souls form flames that expose,
the wonders that winter tends to distance
from the eyes and mitts of man's soul.
To free oneself completely from nature's crime,
let love enter and consume you for all time.
a sonnet... comments
it doesnt really answer the question i propose in the beginning but im working on that concept