Sonnet XXV

Sonnet XXV

A Poem by Aianarie (INACTIVE)

Childhood memories never die...


Legato, my heart, but sing with sweet joy

The eternal tide of time tarries on

Even though these moments have long been gone

That is only our cruel mind’s clever ploy

Dreams do not fade or fly; dreams do not die

Forever they remain deep in our hearts

Be they broken, shattered, missing parts

Our childhood fantasies never lie

For those were the days of truest peace

A laugh was a laugh, a word just a word

We took them as such, like a simple bird

And watched the world unfold without a crease

Staccato, my heart, but sing without fear

Keep these hidden treasures ever so near.

© 2012 Aianarie (INACTIVE)

Author's Note

Aianarie (INACTIVE)
I'm baaaack! :) I was welcomed with an overload of RRs, so I just cleared them out. If there was anything in particular that you wanted me to read and review, don't hesitate to re-send the RR or note it to me!

This is a modified form of a Petrarchan (Italian) sonnet: abba cddc effe gg

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Added on December 28, 2012
Last Updated on December 28, 2012
Tags: life, childhood, memories, human nature


Aianarie (INACTIVE)
Aianarie (INACTIVE)

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