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A Prophesy of Fuchsias
As flushed as ripe plums the fuchsia does swell
Weighted with thick sap its cloak lushly blooms
Passion’s flower sweetly grieves sad farewell
As our goodbye speaks like this summer’s plume
Our waltz in the sun like sultry guitars
Fueled fiery flames to warm us through the night
Hearts lay like cinders to mix with the stars
Embers smoldered while it squandered our light
Sweet rain does fall as tears with our parting
Shadowed skies have embraced our love’s blind fate
Lost in the glow of sad secrets guarding
Ill-fated lovers whose dance came too late
I can ere forget the lingering fire
For burning hearts bleed with lonely desire
May 6, 2021
Summer Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
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Lonna Blodgett
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