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It was reddish with the sky all to white a silent wind hushed the painted day sky And forward I faced my back towards the night and I soared with that warm wind ever so high Up so high where I can breathe so clearly Fleeing with the storm clouds drawing so near I attempt to escape my hate hastily The cleaver draws ever closer to my dear Flying up to the man's neck with my shear Without saying goodbye i take my stride and quickly "He's dead, gone" i clearly hear Again i take to the wind and the morning I save time by changing and taking sides I hope to get home swift before scorning And go join in the day break aborning
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Awake
It was reddish with the sky all to white a silent wind hushed the painted day sky And forward I faced my back towards the night and I soared with that warm wind ever so high Up so high where I can breathe so clearly Fleeing with the storm clouds drawing so near I attempt to escape my hate hastily The cleaver draws ever closer to my dear Flying up to the man's neck with my shear Without saying goodbye i take my stride and quickly "He's dead, gone" i clearly hear Again i take to the wind and the morning I save time by changing and taking sides I hope to get home swift before scorning And go join in the day break aborning
This is what i call a broken sonnet as it has 15 lines instead of 14 but it still has 10 syllables per line
#sonnet#awake#rebirth#mourning#heroic
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
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