silkysalem
Salem's Den Journal
2003-02-17 19:04:01 (UTC)
Sonnet of a Girl 1/19/2003
I tried for iambic pentameter here folks, I think I missed
though...
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Beauty, She wears a dress of flowing tiers
yet she has no flowing tears for to dry
as the breezes blow calm they ease her fears
Of nights to come alone without a tie
and of angels singing gently amen
the sound of music lends its spirit too
the night of nights for her to come again
spirits trying, telling her it is due
her life's challenge up for auction-- life to
highest bidder--bidding for the harlot,
the lady of the night she wants it too
A life to call her own, a life of but
easy life a life to call her own not
life of slavery, life of imagination thought.
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Ok... that took me longer than expected...I hope it came out ok.
~Salem
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