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‘Twas only a small thing that passed my mind
Tonight, for I was outward bound again.
Though souls from mortal death be safe, I find
That all forsake their souls to live in pain.

Forgotten are the roads ahead, that fain
I would traverse.  Alone, atop this knoll
I weep for what befell.  The trees have lain
Asleep for all these years; They’ve lost their soul.

But not just they.  The people bear a hole
Where once a bright and shining thing did lie.
They leave behind the things that make them whole.
O beauty, truth and love, do not die!

Too late, for there is no such great lament
As that of souls in self-induc’d torment.
©2006-2009 ~TheLastWaykeeper
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Spencerian sonnet, iambic pentameter.

This was a piece for my creative writing class.

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:iconopalseadragon:
Really lovely, the emotion is tangible :)

Blessd be

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:icondark0goddess:
Beautifully done!

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:iconkaryaazure:
Beautifully written, something to keep in the back of our minds never to let happen
:iconlluhnij:
Lovely, even the content reminds me of the sonnets from the past ^^

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:icontopazcatseye:
i have a fondness for sonnets and this one is quite gorgeous, as well as insightful ... good job!

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:iconisibis7:
Beautiful. I love the rhythm of it.
This is the only piece of literature to go into my favorites so. ^-^ :+fav:
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Woops, pushed send twice! lol.

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