and i wanted to shake off some writer's rust, here's my attempt to write a sonnet:
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Crows sing of a dark day that is looming,
Their mournful tune seeking chorus with spring.
Just a sad song without a melody.
And my heart breaks when it should be blooming.
You are lost to me, a constant memory.
Then the wind whistles in sweet protest.
A zephyr kiss to soothe the night's unrest.
Its cool caress upon my tender flesh,
Braced against a fleeting thought unbidden.
Remembrances of naked desire,
Calling back to a want in me, hidden.
The flame still burns and I feel the fire.
Your melancholy eyes haunt my dreams.
Your name upon my lips, my mournful song.
