For Constance La France's H form - Hybronett sonnet contest.
This is a Hybornett sonnet with a rhyme sceme of aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
10 syllables per line.
“Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” Voltaire In sapphire skies, so soft, serene and fair, a balloon floats adrift in tepid air. Nonchalant it hovers without a care. Over and under clouds like they're not there. It's mindful not to burn from the sun's glare. keeping clear from branches, so not to tear. At peace it seems, wandering unaware, until a storm forms to cause it despair. Gruesome gales force it to blow everywhere, grim rain has no mercy for its welfare. Breathless, it deflates into disrepair, plunging, it no longer looks debonair. The pursuit of life can become unfair, just like the thickly sown thorns of Voltaire.
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