petrarchan sonnet
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Rose petals wrap against each other in
their whispered secrets; too scared to reveal
the charms they own. Masks are not ever real.
People talk with nothing to really say,
Complete boredom makes my eyes watch the floor
But when I look up to observe the door,
Happy, are we, the dreaming sons of God,
idyllic in Eden we sat and gave
to beast and fish and bird the names that they’ve
the ground travers’d, in flesh and fur abroad.
Today, I am a person born anew
I am nothing but a lovely pure dream
Black beginning cast aside from sun beams
And now I begin a life I do not rue
For Death is not a thing that makes you blue
Legato, my heart, but sing with sweet joy
The eternal tide of time tarries on
Even though these moments have long been gone
That is only our cruel mind’s clever ploy
Dreams do not fade or fly; dreams do not die
Life is tough, so full of problems; look everywhere
Pregnant teen girls aborting, drunk drivers crashing
Oppressed children, drug addicts, couples breaking
Prejudiced against Muslim girls with covered hair
