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Soned on the Sonnet....Cymraeg Soned So sweet the little song of love, Thereof a poetic embrace, Across the world of sonnet form The only normal is its grace. From rhythmic meter caught in verse To the bursts of echoing sound The beauty of words will explode And goad the pen to leap and bound Across the page in loving ink Expressions think with heart's delight And fourteen lines then ebb and flow, A glowing soul within the night. Humble words of a poet's heart In the sonnet become pure art! |
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