In the dark of night,
I hear a solemn cry.
For a mere being, this would bring a fright.
But I humbly walk on by.
The breeze stirs swiftly,
Leaving leaves in its wake.
The wind sings of its history,
Until the dawn break.
It whispers to me,
Dreaming of freedom.
It lays upon me a plea,
That I should of freed him.
I realize I'm alone, and I was filled with fright.
For it was a ghost that talked to me this night.
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Some Sonnets
Poetryjust a collections of english sonnets I wrote a while ago!! please keep in mind that these are not 100% english sonnets -- they follow the same rhyme scheme, but the lines don't contain the right amount of syllables to be a true english/shakespearea...
