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Sonnets

Sonnets from Isabel's book 'ATARAXY - Sonnets of Love and Death'

(Image: Blakeney, Norfolk, by IdR)

Within me I was still, until the day

A rose I lend to thee but never give

It is too late for this, it is too late

To make you understand I made this up

We should have been princesses

We’re not so very different you and I

So, what would the dead give for one more day

It is your age that pulls away the veil

You tell me you want intimacy

You should have been placed somewhere

No, no one can deny

You might want to take the common route

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