Duplicitous heart, my basket fills with flowers~
Dashed hopes of love's ending ever so softly~
Crushed against a painful breast with showers~
Tears cascading upon cheeks kissed by sun moistly~
End not my love under summers lovely bowers~
A promise of forever broken and cools the sun~
Time is stilled by treacherous lips, hope towers~
Happiness snatched amidst turmoil, love undone~
A heart grasping for relief from unrelenting pain~
Finds comfort cycling betwixt sunlit shadow and light~
The colors will return with time, all shall be again~
As love was meant, and claim the sun, making right~
Summer's might and beauty uplifting spirits anew~
To greatest heights of heart's delight renewed~
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A sonnet
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Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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