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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts Our secret pond laughing and wading there our hearts joined in Nature's beauty divine. That we might lose our joy, gave us a scare. thought of loss, destroyed future -hers and mine. Summer came, we forgot about that fright for bliss was to be had with each soft kiss. Dancing our days, romancing through each night darling, that and so much more I so miss. With no saving miracle, our joy lost we in our great love soared too long, too high. We dared too deep and paid the heavy cost now our hearts find only sad, empty sky. Such memories although old and faded reveal Fate's hand can not be evaded. Robert J. Lindley Sonnet (Number 5 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series) Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 114 Note: Great care must be taken to hold such a deep and precious treasure... For omission brings such tragic costs. Yet destiny may later bring greater reward if one but maintains Hope, and faith in walking a clear and just path. For Hope and future are open to change if one reverses course from a dark path and willingly embarks upon a journey to find Light and Truth.... This sonnet the fifth of the five written on the Treasures of Hope tells of Hope lost because Hope was never grasped and held tight. I deliberately did not use the word hope in the title or in any verse because the narrative presents its ABSENCE(!) AND THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF DANCING EVEN IN MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL DARKNESS. The six sonnet(unwritten) on Hope, is the one I am now living with my wonderful family that I treasure far, far above anything in this life.. As it is --Hope-- , truly realized and held ever so firm..
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