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Sonnet Number 2

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The roses wilt, the romance
fades into the twilight
that owns the sky, what dominance
in this weak sunlight!

A brush of fingers,
upon the trivialities
that in between us lingers,
and ignores our cold realities.

But after all is gone from this,
you and I will have our bliss. 

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d.f.m I don't do Iambic pentameter because I don't have time haha, but I just recently started doing these in class.
One day, I will do Iambic Pentameter.
updated Feb 24 '10 by d.f.m

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