Another Pseudo-Sonnet. Not quite a Sonnet, not quite not.
Alas the Sonnet’s plight is love’s unending supplication beseeching it to beautify its fleeting, heartfelt notion Implore the reader to take sides in passion’s conflagration knowing well the end result self centered adulation will quickly dry the lover’s tears in mirrored duplication a dance alone in memory of escapes anticipation Thus from the flames, a Phoenix rise, for love is born before love dies John G. Lawless ©9/17/2018
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