Adrift were the hums of the land, fleeting
The elegance of living emanates
Brashness of dying tears thy heart, beating
Natural rules cycle, regenerates
The blossoming of a rose, anew, born
For it brings essence, the vitality
Cherished the time it existed, swift mourn
For time is flowing, thee finality
For life is born, death takes too, a cycle
For every blooming lifeform there on meet,
the wilted takes place thereafter, spiteful
Inevitable, a swift grace; fleet's beat
Be to everything, there is a season
As everything exists for a reason
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"Sonnets"
PoetryThese are some sonnets that I wrote for a project, which are horrible by the way, and ended up being unused, so I'll publish them here for the sake of publishing them here. And no, I'm not gonna add more sonnets here and then because I, simply sayin...
