Best Poems Written by Ava Harper

Sonnet 1

There comes a time when sessions seem so sweet with silent thought
As I summon up ignorance ill remembrances of long things of our past
I surely do sigh with many of soulful things which I had sought,
With much old ill-forgotten woes, wails of meaningful times of waste

Then I had drowned my brown eyes behind as I do flow
Quaint precious friends hid behind a past of faithful death of night
Their peers had wept afresh of past begotten love's song past earnest of woe
They had moaned of past travisty at their own expense and vanished at sight.

Their families had grieved many grievances so long forgone
And all was heavily soiled from woe to woe till all was over
The sadness which had amounted and began to moan
Which they shall no longer pay till no one had before.

Now listen to my wise words of this my dear friend
Let all our losses be fully restored and all our sorrows end.

Written: Jan. 10, 2015

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