Mystic Rose Rose Poet Sonnet

The Secret Storm

There is a secret storm inside this sleuth
that longs to air like butterflies in spring 
if it is grief I dare not  face the truth   
for I in anger broke it like a wing
Dear heart you had no choice of this I know     
as time unwinds me like a handle spine 
it takes me back to days when you were mine 
hidden in the tri-fold of my soul's Divine
Doth not the rose unfold at its own hour 
when butterflies of summer turn to flight 
if it is grief that turned these tears to shower 
then let acceptance stop to make it right  
With every storm there is a calm return 
and so it is when secrets crash n' burn.

October 20, 2018

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Arjun Jangid October 21, 2018 at 8:27 PM secret storm... very beautiful panned Thank for sharing.

Lawrence Sharp October 20, 2018 at 11:57 PM Very nice write, Pixie, overcast and dark, but with a promise of clearing skies.

Robertina B. October 20, 2018 at 11:48 PM An exquisite sonnet, my friend.. So beautiful!! A rare gem that shines... Really enjoyed ! Blessings my friend..