Research experiment: An attempt to writing a Sonnet.
Written on a morning of a highly fructose and glucose charged energy system.
Thursday, 17 degrees warm with expected sunset at 18:56
@Facing a plate of tangerine peels and bitten apple core
Dear world,
Tomorrow meets brooding eyes much closer,
than dreams to ever beyond conscious dare.
To dream is to fly in between forever,
but to sing is to dance for next to hear.
To bite a fruit is to rule your efforts,
today, dear, your fury never shorts.
Mind your gap and eternities suffer,
poise is patience, as haughty trees buffer.
Silence conquers, now your voice speaks louder,
as birds fly in breach of skies past their bear.
Smiles hidden deep in blue, for anyone,
soaring, up you go, is real as day one.
To die, in acting, feeling, failing is,
tomorrow’s harvest, grasped in today’s bliss.
Sincerely,
The happy hour
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