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[sid] => 11093
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => sonnet 1
[time] => 2003-01-24 01:40:00
[hometext] => my first attempt at sonnet form
[bodytext] => The sun can make the shadows darker still
as glaring light will force our eyes to close. I wait for love each night upon this hill when fog descends and sunset turns to rose. This blanket white, with gentle breeze does come around me now. Above me too she lays, and holds to me awaiting morning sun, as moon and mist and want with vision plays. Old demons rise amidst the fluid night, in swirling dance they taunt my lonely heart. My tears well hidden by this blanket white, my secret safe till day tears fog apart. As light and sun bring darkness to my eyes, with sad awakening, my love she dies. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 2 [informant] => darkeyedman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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