Far away among the blueberry trees
Beneath the distant shadows cast by the mystic moon
On the immortal spring of the seas
In the quiet tranquility of the mountain breeze
lay the sonnets of my existence.
The silhouettes were not unveiled
The journey not yet taken
The trumpets have not been blown
And drum rolls never enacted.
In their solitude they rest
Awaiting the golden moment to dwell
For bright imaginations to turn into reality
Where life could create a dream
When faith would breathe in...
Until they have been written
Till they are awaken from a deep slumber
By a valiant heart who had the courage to believe
In one hungry soul's creed;
There they will forever rest...
The sonnets of my existence.
Poems brief history:
Written on April 19, 2000 at 17:20pm, a composition that I dedicate for myself as I try to develop my skills in poetry writing.
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