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The Restaurant on Conneaut Lake

A summer sonnet

By Sarah DurrerPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

A summer’s day ending like no other:

Our red canoe did float upon the lake ,

a bridge with lit candles seems to hover,

rustic edges glow, burning all that’s fake.

As I tip toe up the bank in my heels,

the white dress I chose to wear does flutter

against the tiny flames as they reveal

the mood of the night—my heart does stutter.

‘Twas a night never to cast or disgrace.

A night of clinking glass filled with bubbles,

laughter and joy never to lose to waste.

Our held hands erased all of our troubles.

The moon thrived as the dark sky’s chandelier

promising not to break our tender sphere.

love poems

About the Creator

Sarah Durrer

I majored in Nonfiction writing at Allegheny College, and now looking to get back into the writing game. Let’s see where this goes.

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