Silent Sonnet
By Cinara
Silent Sonnet Each year upon me is a wondrous phase Of lingering thoughts in caverns of the mind That unpronounced, yet unimagined phrase That pours from out the dormant pools of time It is for me, I write these muted words The unconcealed magnificence I see To sing the music of the morning birds And silent verses of the rolling sea It is my need to write of love and life The natural beauty of the sky and earth For I cannot contain the joy and strife And all the spirit deems of precious worth The season will arrive, when I am gone Perhaps someone will read my silent song Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 01:00 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Silent Sonnet..."