Sonnet Sixteenth

My strings begin to flay when your eyes move

Towards the bud, which bursts and opens smooth

With hanging dew and pressing shards of light

Sliding through the graceful green with all might.

Counting winds in days of constant toil

Spring laughs as we kill the seeds of loyal

Friends scatter as our freezing heat defends

We thrust our heart so down we do descend.

But splashing of the red fades soon above

The bleaching of our skin turns us from love

Your empty lips so far from blooming true

You say nothing that seems to comfort new.

I lean forth for that blinding velvet kiss

To find this life no longer kindles bliss.

The End

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