A Sonnet
By: M. R. Vega
Shadows come undone, whispering in tongue.
A heart pumping, desolate and empty.
Alone and hungry, it vies for splendor.
An evanesced dream, drifting whispers gone.
A wanting of hope, needing more light.
Traveling wayward, feel it rising still.
Taking hold, craving joys, heed a darkness.
Shadows come creeping, lamentations whisper.
Fevers comes dripping, splendor be reeking.
Tongues flicker, a whisper evanesced.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.
Thank you for being you.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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